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LOVE'S SONG.
Love is a boundless bliss:
All they who share it
With lover's look and lover's kiss,
Surely shall declare it.
All they who share it
With lover's look and lover's kiss,
Surely shall declare it.
Love is a precious pain:
No skill can heal it,
When they who sigh but sigh in vain
In their hearts conceal it.
No skill can heal it,
When they who sigh but sigh in vain
In their hearts conceal it.
Love with the crown of life
His king and queen covers,
When gallant man and gentle wife
Still are steadfast lovers.
His king and queen covers,
When gallant man and gentle wife
Still are steadfast lovers.
Ah! and when envious Death
One life shall smother,
Love with his willow-wreath
Crowns that constant other.
One life shall smother,
Love with his willow-wreath
Crowns that constant other.
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Young men and maids, for love
Seek, till ye find it,
And having found, win Heaven above
About your hearts to bind it.
Seek, till ye find it,
And having found, win Heaven above
About your hearts to bind it.
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