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WOMAN'S FIRST LOVE!
Go, and in fetters seek to bind
The ocean's restless waves!
Try with a word to hush the wind,
When fierce the tempest raves;
Bid daylight from the skies depart;
Ah! still the task will pastime prove,
To his who seeks from woman's heart
To root her first pure love!
The ocean's restless waves!
Try with a word to hush the wind,
When fierce the tempest raves;
Bid daylight from the skies depart;
Ah! still the task will pastime prove,
To his who seeks from woman's heart
To root her first pure love!
Go, bid the grave its dead restore,
Unstain'd by earthly woes!
Essay to wean, for evermore,
Its fragrance from the rose!
Woo doves to play the vulture's part,
Ah! still the task will pastime prove,
To his who seeks from woman's heart
To root her first pure love!
Unstain'd by earthly woes!
Essay to wean, for evermore,
Its fragrance from the rose!
Woo doves to play the vulture's part,
Ah! still the task will pastime prove,
To his who seeks from woman's heart
To root her first pure love!
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