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[Oh, would my heart! oh, would my heart!]
Oh, would my heart! oh, would my heart!
Were on thy love reposing;
That love would ev'ry joy impart
'Till life around were closing.
Were on thy love reposing;
That love would ev'ry joy impart
'Till life around were closing.
Oh, would thine eye! oh, would thine eye!
Perceive the pangs I'm feeling;
All earthly scenes would seem to fly,
While beauty's visions stealing.
Perceive the pangs I'm feeling;
All earthly scenes would seem to fly,
While beauty's visions stealing.
Oh, would thy voice! oh, would thy voice!
Breathe music to my weeping;
Its tones would e'en my grief rejoice,
In bliss my sorrows steeping.
Breathe music to my weeping;
Its tones would e'en my grief rejoice,
In bliss my sorrows steeping.
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Oh, would thy love! oh, would thy love!
Were all my woes beguiling;
Then ne'er through dreary scenes I'd rove,
But rest when thou wert smiling.
Were all my woes beguiling;
Then ne'er through dreary scenes I'd rove,
But rest when thou wert smiling.
Oh, would thy sigh! oh, would thy sigh!
For me alone were heaving;
How calmly would I learn to die,
All anguish would be leaving.
For me alone were heaving;
How calmly would I learn to die,
All anguish would be leaving.
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