Memorials of Theophilus Trinal, Student By Thomas T. Lynch. Third Edition, Enlarged |
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LOVE.
Oh! Love is not a nectar fine,
With woman for the bowl,
Madly to be tossed aside
In drunkenness of soul.
With woman for the bowl,
Madly to be tossed aside
In drunkenness of soul.
Love, it is both bread and wine,
A sacrament of hearts;
And while you toil to win the bread,
Due strength the wine imparts.
A sacrament of hearts;
And while you toil to win the bread,
Due strength the wine imparts.
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By mutual labours, mine and thine,
A household bread we eat;
And inward tenderness and joy
Are still a cordial sweet.
A household bread we eat;
And inward tenderness and joy
Are still a cordial sweet.
Oh! care with comfort will combine
For those the happiest wed;
But if we never want for wine
We'll never fail of bread.
For those the happiest wed;
But if we never want for wine
We'll never fail of bread.
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