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LOVE.

Oh! Love is not a nectar fine,
With woman for the bowl,
Madly to be tossed aside
In drunkenness of soul.
Love, it is both bread and wine,
A sacrament of hearts;
And while you toil to win the bread,
Due strength the wine imparts.

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By mutual labours, mine and thine,
A household bread we eat;
And inward tenderness and joy
Are still a cordial sweet.
Oh! care with comfort will combine
For those the happiest wed;
But if we never want for wine
We'll never fail of bread.