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LOVE WILL FIND A WAY.

Such a merry time it was
When gay Flora riched the grass,
With her choicest buds and flowers
Strewing all the hedgerow bowers,
That no single spot was seen
Where her footsteps had not been.
There upon a sheltered stone,
Phillis sat with Corydon.
Bravest prince of swains was he,
Fairest shepherdess was she.
Corydon would steal a kiss,
Which, he said, she could not miss.
Phillis said it was a shame.
Corydon, Love was to blame,
For that he did only sip
What Love offered to his lip;
And that since she was so coy,
He would give her back the toy.
She said swains were saucy-bold.
He said maids were made of gold.
Thus at odds when Love had seen them
Waste the hour, he stepped between them;
Put her hand in his and said,
Lovers quarrel thus to wed.
So he ended all their strife
In the name of man and wife;
And this saying taught that day,
Love will always find a way.