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LXII. LOVE.
Oh! gentle sir, calm and secure,
Lone on your pillow wake,
A lady, knocking at your door,
Has brought her heart to break.
Lone on your pillow wake,
A lady, knocking at your door,
Has brought her heart to break.
That heart is offer'd to you now;
Will you accept the prize,
Or disregard love's open vow,
And hide it from your eyes?
Will you accept the prize,
Or disregard love's open vow,
And hide it from your eyes?
Ah, gentle sir! love's not a dream
Of fancied vision bright;
But rather like a limpid stream
That's running day and night.
Of fancied vision bright;
But rather like a limpid stream
That's running day and night.
'Tis like a precious gem that lay
Within the earth conceal'd,
Until the mighty orb of day
Its beauties hath reveal'd.
Within the earth conceal'd,
Until the mighty orb of day
Its beauties hath reveal'd.
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