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[So sweet is my love's name that all]
So sweet is my love's name that all
Seem, chancing in the ways
Another by this name to call,
To crown her with full praise.
Seem, chancing in the ways
Another by this name to call,
To crown her with full praise.
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The lyre of Love I locked away,
Its chords were bright and true.
Is not to-morrow as to-day,
To sing Love's service due?
Its chords were bright and true.
Is not to-morrow as to-day,
To sing Love's service due?
In rust and dust I turned the key
To take again my lyre:
The tuneful shell was cracked, ah me!
And broke each golden wire.
To take again my lyre:
The tuneful shell was cracked, ah me!
And broke each golden wire.
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