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Renunciation
Ah! delicate maiden,
Whose glance is so kind,
And bosom love-laden
And pure as thy mind,
“Come woo me and win me,”
Thine eyes seem to say,—
But voices within me
Still call me away.
Whose glance is so kind,
And bosom love-laden
And pure as thy mind,
“Come woo me and win me,”
Thine eyes seem to say,—
But voices within me
Still call me away.
Thine hair is like tansies
In sunshine arrayed;
Thine eyes like the pansies
That shine in the shade;
“Come woo me and win me
And nevermore stray,”—
But voices within me
Still call me away.
In sunshine arrayed;
Thine eyes like the pansies
That shine in the shade;
“Come woo me and win me
And nevermore stray,”—
But voices within me
Still call me away.
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