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 Sometimes 'tis sad,

Sometimes 'tis glad,

As tears or smiles may prove;

Sometimes it tells

Of last farewells,

But always still of love!

To change its theme

From passion's dream

I would, but 'twill not rove,

Nor cease to sigh

The melody

Of love, dear love.

Of knights and chivalry I tried

To sing in lofty strain;

My heroes were the young, the fair.

My field, a bower or grove,

My battle's noise,

The low sweet voice

Of love, dear love!



