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HAD THY VOICE.
Had thy voice been less caressing,
Had thy love been less a blessing,
I had scap'd these pangs distressing,
Scap'd these madd'ning tears:
Had I listen'd less delighted
When thy vows of love were plighted,
This lorn heart had ne'er been blighted,
In its spring of years.
Had thy love been less a blessing,
I had scap'd these pangs distressing,
Scap'd these madd'ning tears:
Had I listen'd less delighted
When thy vows of love were plighted,
This lorn heart had ne'er been blighted,
In its spring of years.
How could I, with bosom heaving,
List—yet think that tongue deceiving?
Angels would have heard believing,
Midst the stars of eve:
Could'st thou see these cheeks decaying,
Thy lov'd eyes have blest, surveying,
Thou wouldst weep at thy betraying,—
Thou would'st gaze—and grieve!
List—yet think that tongue deceiving?
Angels would have heard believing,
Midst the stars of eve:
Could'st thou see these cheeks decaying,
Thy lov'd eyes have blest, surveying,
Thou wouldst weep at thy betraying,—
Thou would'st gaze—and grieve!
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