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PURPLE LILAC.—Syringa.
First emotions of love.
The time has been when my young heart
Was like an untried lute,
Full of earth's sweetest melodies,
Yet all untouched and mute,
Save when, perchance a passing breath,
Like zephyr's laden wings,
Might call a broken melody
Forth from its silent strings.
Was like an untried lute,
Full of earth's sweetest melodies,
Yet all untouched and mute,
Save when, perchance a passing breath,
Like zephyr's laden wings,
Might call a broken melody
Forth from its silent strings.
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Thine was the hand, beloved one,
To touch that silent heart,
And teach the tones of happy love
Which now it can impart;
Like Memnon's harp it could not wake
Beneath a lowlier light,
But poured its full and perfect tone
To greet the sunbeam bright.
To touch that silent heart,
And teach the tones of happy love
Which now it can impart;
Like Memnon's harp it could not wake
Beneath a lowlier light,
But poured its full and perfect tone
To greet the sunbeam bright.
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