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THE EYE OF LOVE.
I know her story-telling eye
Has more expression than her tongue,
And from that heart extorted sigh,
At once the peal of love is rung.
Has more expression than her tongue,
And from that heart extorted sigh,
At once the peal of love is rung.
When that soft eye lets fall a tear
Of doating fondness as we part,
The stream is from a cause sincere,
And gushes from a melting heart.
Of doating fondness as we part,
The stream is from a cause sincere,
And gushes from a melting heart.
What! shall her flutt'ring pulse restrain
The life-watch beating from her soul,
When all the power of hate is slain,
And love permits it no control?
The life-watch beating from her soul,
When all the power of hate is slain,
And love permits it no control?
When said, her tongue, I wish thee well,
Her eye declares it must be true,
And every sentence seemed to tell
The tale of sorrow told by few.
Her eye declares it must be true,
And every sentence seemed to tell
The tale of sorrow told by few.
When low she bow'd and wheel'd aside,
I saw her blushing temples fade;
Her smiles were sunk in sorrow's tide,
But love was in her eye betray'd.
I saw her blushing temples fade;
Her smiles were sunk in sorrow's tide,
But love was in her eye betray'd.
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