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SONG. A MAID TO HER LOVER.

Where's the ring I gave to thee,
Juan, when our love was young,
And I upon thy bosom clung
With all a girl's credulity?
In the narrow circlet lay
An emblem as I thought (ere fears
And doubt sprung up in after years)
Of endless love, that mock'd decay.
And its golden round contained
For gentle hearts a silent spell,
Within whose magic we might dwell,
I hoped, as long as life remained.
And am I then forgot by you?
Oh! then send back the idle token,
For rings are nought when vows are broken,
And useless all while love is true.