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Original, serious, and religious poetry

by the Rev. Richard Cobbold

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TO THE INCONSTANT.

O think of the time now past and gone,
O think of the deeds now long since done,
O think of the vows you plighted in tone,
To the maiden you called your dearest one.
The eye for thee flash'd fire of pleasure,
That eye for thee thy sweetest treasure,
Ah love cannot smile at the fickle's leisure,
Who loves not fairly in measure for measure.
Go tell thy vows to the sickly moon,
Go plight thy pledge in the heat of noon,
At the morning sun arise up soon,
And haste thee to seek the false one's boon.

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For me to sit on the Orwell's shore,
Alone, alone by the grove deplore
The loss of love I shall see no more,
Begone the struggle of life is o'er.