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 If lore did expectations raise,

To kneel in Hymen’s shrine;

I must consider then, your lays,

A pretty Valentine.

I s there a heart that does not feel

L ove’s gentle impulse lurking steal,

O n downy pinions, to his breast?

V ainly I hail the pleasing guest,

E xcept, in off’ring of my heart,

Y our’s take in mine an equal part.

O tell me this, and love shall soon

U nite our two fond hearts in one.

H ow sweet are the early spring flow’rs.

E nliv’ning the winter-clad plain!

N ot a bird on the tree but carols to see

R eviving those beauties and bow’rs,

You’ve sigh’d for with me, but in vain.

S hall I still in secret pine,

U nless you’ll be my Valentine?