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Light of mine eyes, to me impart

The beams of love to cheer a heart,

That burns with love for thee;

Ah! e’re my light of life decays,

Illume me with the radiant rays

Of thy fond love to me.

You are the finest, print, my dear,

That ever eyes did bless;

A better type, I do declare,

Did never come from press.

Oh! let me take thee in the sheets,

And fold thee to my mind,

You’d make a pretty book complete

Which I with love would bind.

The page of love I then would read,

A lecture sweet and fine;

I’d spell you all with truth indeed,

My pretty Valentine.

What a trouble and searching there’s always

to get

A volume that’s lost, to make perfect a set!

Now I’m that odd volume, and only seek yonyou [sic],

To make the work perfect, first publish’d in two