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STANZAS.

1.

Love for ever

Run like a river,

And Time's endeavour

Be tried in vain—

No other pleasure

With this could measure;

And like a treasure

We'd hug the chain.

But since our sighing

Ends not in dying,

And, formed for flying,

Love plumes his wing;

Then for this reason

Let's love a season;