Valentine Verses or, Lines of Truth, Love, and Virtue. By the Reverend Richard Cobbold |
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THE INFANT'S KISS. |
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THE INFANT'S KISS.
In Nature show me sweeter bliss,
Or purer innocence than this,
The rapture of an Infant's Kiss?
There's none I vow.
Or purer innocence than this,
The rapture of an Infant's Kiss?
There's none I vow.
In Nature can the world afford,
To those who love, and feel restored,
A sound more dear than prattl'ing word
Of Infant? No.
To those who love, and feel restored,
A sound more dear than prattl'ing word
Of Infant? No.
The Infant's Kiss, 'tis innocence,
'Tis nature's purest recompence,
Love's darling pleasure and defence;
Indeed 'tis so.
'Tis nature's purest recompence,
Love's darling pleasure and defence;
Indeed 'tis so.
You'll find it such, perhaps, one day,—
And truly, Sir, I wish you may
As happily with infant play,
As I do now.
And truly, Sir, I wish you may
As happily with infant play,
As I do now.
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