 | [Oh! think not less I love thee, in] The lady's token or gift of friendship |  |
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OH! THINK NOT LESS I LOVE THEE.
Oh! think not less I love thee,
That our paths are parted now—
For the stars that burn above thee
Are not truer than my vow.
As the fragrance to the blossom,
As the moon unto the night,
Our love is to my bosom—
Its sweetness and its light.
That our paths are parted now—
For the stars that burn above thee
Are not truer than my vow.
As the fragrance to the blossom,
As the moon unto the night,
Our love is to my bosom—
Its sweetness and its light.
Oh, think not less I love thee,
That thy hand I thus resign—
In the heaven that bends above thee,
I will claim thee yet as mine.
Through the vision of life's morning,
Ever flitted one like thee—
And thou life's lapse adorning,
Shall hence that vision be.
That thy hand I thus resign—
In the heaven that bends above thee,
I will claim thee yet as mine.
Through the vision of life's morning,
Ever flitted one like thee—
And thou life's lapse adorning,
Shall hence that vision be.
| [Oh! think not less I love thee, in] The lady's token or gift of friendship | |