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LOVE NOT.
LOVE not, love not, ye hopeless sons of clay,
Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flow'rs—
Thing that are made to fade and fall away,
When they have blossom'd but a few short hours.
Love not, love not.
Love not, love not: the thing you love may die,
May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;
The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky,
Beam on its grave as once upon its birth.
Love not, love not
Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flow'rs—
Thing that are made to fade and fall away,
When they have blossom'd but a few short hours.
Love not, love not.
Love not, love not: the thing you love may die,
May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;
The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky,
Beam on its grave as once upon its birth.
Love not, love not
Love not, love not: the thing you love may change;
The rosy lip may cease to smile on you;
The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange;
The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true.
Love not, love not.
Love not, love not! oh, warning vainly said,
In present hours as in years gone by!
Love flings a halo round the dear one's head—
Faultless, immortal, till they change or die.
Love not, love not.
The rosy lip may cease to smile on you;
The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange;
The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true.
Love not, love not.
Love not, love not! oh, warning vainly said,
In present hours as in years gone by!
Love flings a halo round the dear one's head—
Faultless, immortal, till they change or die.
Love not, love not.
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