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THE LOVER's REPLY.
Oh! Love is joy, ecstatic bliss,
He reigns through every part;
His shafts can never prove amiss,
They warm the head and heart.
He reigns through every part;
His shafts can never prove amiss,
They warm the head and heart.
With gold his arrow's point is tipp'd,
It bears no iron dread;
In sweeter juice than bee e'er sipp'd
Is damp'd its glist'ning head.
It bears no iron dread;
In sweeter juice than bee e'er sipp'd
Is damp'd its glist'ning head.
No boding raven's feather's found;
Dove's plume his arrows bear;
My heart still cherishes the wound
Which you have planted there.
Dove's plume his arrows bear;
My heart still cherishes the wound
Which you have planted there.
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