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 Literary Gazette, 24th November, 1821, Page 749

SONG. , you cannot prove false to me, my love,
 * Think how I have confided in thee,

I have prized thy love all else above,
 * Oh, you cannot be false to me.

Could you chill the first warm overflow of the heart,
 * Freeze the fountain you first taught to flow;

Could you act a cruel, a treacherous part,
 * Could you be the herald of woe.

I will not believe it, but still will repose
 * Ev'ry hope of my heart upon thine;

I will not believe you could blight the young rose
 * That but blossom'd to bloom on thy shrine.

I'll believe that the sun will forsake his day throne,
 * The moon her night palace of blue,

That blushes, sighs, smiles, are no longer love's own,
 * Ere I will believe you untrue. L. E. L.