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LVIII. THE OFFERING.
FROM THE ‘NEW PENTAMERON.’
If the thought, the hope, be rash,
Sweetest! ah! forgive it:
Why decline my true love's sign?
Let me give it!
Sweetest! ah! forgive it:
Why decline my true love's sign?
Let me give it!
Through the night the thought has fill'd me:
Waking should I lose it?
Through the day the hope has still'd me:
Why refuse it?
Waking should I lose it?
Through the day the hope has still'd me:
Why refuse it?
In the hope of pleasing thee
Was my dearest pleasure:
In that thought the trifle brought
Seem'd a treasure.
Was my dearest pleasure:
In that thought the trifle brought
Seem'd a treasure.
If the thought, the hope, be rash,
Sweetest! ah! forgive it:
Why decline my true love's sign?
Let me give it!
Sweetest! ah! forgive it:
Why decline my true love's sign?
Let me give it!
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