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TO THE WORLD
Give me my Love's enchanted eyes,The right to lie where'er she lies,
And muse on her in wonder;
But never speak a single word
Shall harm us more than song of bird,
Or rive our souls asunder.
| Country muse | |
The right to lie where'er she lies,
And muse on her in wonder;
But never speak a single word
Shall harm us more than song of bird,
Or rive our souls asunder.