 | [Poems by Whittier in] Flora's interpreter : or, The American book of flowers and sentiments |  |
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Sentiment [Oh, much I fear thy guileless heart, its earnestness of feeling]
Oh, much I fear thy guileless heart, its earnestness of feeling,
Its passions and its sympathies to every eye revealing—
I tremble for that winning smile, and trusting glance of thine,
And pray that none but faithful ones may bow before thy shrine.
Its passions and its sympathies to every eye revealing—
I tremble for that winning smile, and trusting glance of thine,
And pray that none but faithful ones may bow before thy shrine.
Oh! when the breath of flattery is warm upon thine ear,
And manly brows are bending in humble homage near,
May no dream of tenderness arise, which earth may not fulfil,
And no fountain open in thy heart, which Time hath power to chill.
And manly brows are bending in humble homage near,
May no dream of tenderness arise, which earth may not fulfil,
And no fountain open in thy heart, which Time hath power to chill.
| [Poems by Whittier in] Flora's interpreter : or, The American book of flowers and sentiments | |