Poems on several occasions | ||
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SONG TO ****.
What! bid me seek another fair
In untry'd paths of female wiles?
And posies wreathe of other hair,
And bask secure in other smiles?
Thy friendly stars no longer prize,
And light my course by other eyes?
In untry'd paths of female wiles?
And posies wreathe of other hair,
And bask secure in other smiles?
Thy friendly stars no longer prize,
And light my course by other eyes?
Ah no!—my dying lips shall close,
Unalter'd love, as faith, professing;
Nor praising him who life bestows,
Forget who makes that gift a blessing.
My last address to Heav'n is due;
The last but one is all—to you.
Unalter'd love, as faith, professing;
Nor praising him who life bestows,
Forget who makes that gift a blessing.
My last address to Heav'n is due;
The last but one is all—to you.
Poems on several occasions | ||