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THE POWER OF LOVE.
SHE SAID TO HER LOVER, I AM TOO YOUNG TO LOVE.
Oh tell me not thou art too young
My eager question to approve;
The language of my heart and tongue,
Which flows from love.
My eager question to approve;
The language of my heart and tongue,
Which flows from love.
Thou art my choice, thou knowest well,
Witness the truth ye heavens above;
The eye, without a tonge, can tell
The tale of love.
Witness the truth ye heavens above;
The eye, without a tonge, can tell
The tale of love.
Why wilt thou live a useless nun?
For whom with brambles I would go;
Rather be with the dead than one
Who cannot love.
For whom with brambles I would go;
Rather be with the dead than one
Who cannot love.
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From thee my morning pleasures rove
With all the softness of a dove;
But fear my eager suit will clove
Without thy love.
With all the softness of a dove;
But fear my eager suit will clove
Without thy love.
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