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THOUGH YOU SMILE AT MY ZEAL.
Though you smile at my zeal, love, and say 'tis pretended,
Ah! time to its truth will win o'er thy belief;
But when my warm heart with the dust shall be blended,
Who'll kiss off the tear that you shed for its grief.
Then, dearest, bestow thou thy heart while I live,
To show how I value the boon that you give.
Ah! time to its truth will win o'er thy belief;
But when my warm heart with the dust shall be blended,
Who'll kiss off the tear that you shed for its grief.
Then, dearest, bestow thou thy heart while I live,
To show how I value the boon that you give.
Though you smile at my zeal, like yon lily that tells
By its slow graceful bend the existence of air,
At the tale of my love as thy fair bosom swells,
It silently tells me that pity is there.
Then, dearest, bestow thou thy heart while I live,
To show how I value the boon that you give.
By its slow graceful bend the existence of air,
At the tale of my love as thy fair bosom swells,
It silently tells me that pity is there.
Then, dearest, bestow thou thy heart while I live,
To show how I value the boon that you give.
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