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 78 SONGS AND While with thee, I could scar'ely prove. Thy kind regard for me, Thy tender offices of love Were done so silently; And so anticipated all My scarce-form'd wishes sought, Thou did'st not to my mind recal That I had wish'd for aught. Now, by their loss, too well I learn �Those thousand acts of love; Yet 'tis not these, but thee I mourn, All other griefs above. Oh, to thy cot, from ,ese dre halls, How gladly woul,d. I. fl.e_e,. And spring, from for. these gloom walls, To 1oe, and liberty. , , .-i .... One simple. word--one look from thee, Could, to my breast, impart Far more tlia ai!,.I hear or .see, Amid these realms 'of art. ......... Google

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