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[When first with yours my heart took wing]
TO ------
When first with yours my heart took wing,
'Twas pure as Nature woke it;
You could have made it any thing,
But cruelly you broke it!
'Twas pure as Nature woke it;
You could have made it any thing,
But cruelly you broke it!
You say, you'll give it back again;
Then give it as you found it,
For who but she can soothe its pain,
Who was the first to wound it?
Then give it as you found it,
For who but she can soothe its pain,
Who was the first to wound it?
Those olden laws of purest truth,
(Heav'n did to man impart,)
Gave eye for eye, and tooth for tooth,
And why not heart for heart?
(Heav'n did to man impart,)
Gave eye for eye, and tooth for tooth,
And why not heart for heart?
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Give but your heart to me for mine,
My pangs, my woes, were o'er;
Or, let it but with yours entwine,
I ask, I wish no more!
My pangs, my woes, were o'er;
Or, let it but with yours entwine,
I ask, I wish no more!
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