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 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
YOU HESITATE—OH THEN 'TIS YOU.
You hesitate—Oh then 'tis you,
To whom my grateful thanks are due!
Confess it then, for you alone
So sensitively feeling,
Could nobly act as you have done,
The action still concealing.
Yes, yes—'t is plain—the truth I see,
Confess the artifice to me.
To whom my grateful thanks are due!
Confess it then, for you alone
So sensitively feeling,
Could nobly act as you have done,
The action still concealing.
Yes, yes—'t is plain—the truth I see,
Confess the artifice to me.
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You'll not confess, when I implore!
Then never seek to serve me more.
I blushed not to accept the boon,
So delicately tendered,
The favor which you are so soon,
Ashamed of having rendered.
Yes, yes—'t is plain—the truth I see,
Ashamed of having rendered me.
Then never seek to serve me more.
I blushed not to accept the boon,
So delicately tendered,
The favor which you are so soon,
Ashamed of having rendered.
Yes, yes—'t is plain—the truth I see,
Ashamed of having rendered me.
| The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | |