A Book of old English love songs . HERE she her sacred bower adorns,The Rivers clearly flow;The groves and meadows swell withflowersThe winds all gently Sun-like beauty shines so fair, Her Spring can never fade:Who then can blame the life that strivesTo harbour in her shade ? Her grace I sought, her love I wooed, Her love though I obtain;No time, no toil, no vow, no faith, Her wished grace can gain. [.48] »Wfyttt stye tyx tfacjren boiler aDont0 Yet truth can tell my heart is hers, And her will I adore;And from that love when I depart, Let heavn view me no more! Her roses with my prais
A Book of old English love songs . HERE she her sacred bower adorns,The Rivers clearly flow;The groves and meadows swell withflowersThe winds all gently Sun-like beauty shines so fair, Her Spring can never fade:Who then can blame the life that strivesTo harbour in her shade ? Her grace I sought, her love I wooed, Her love though I obtain;No time, no toil, no vow, no faith, Her wished grace can gain. [.48] »Wfyttt stye tyx tfacjren boiler aDont0 Yet truth can tell my heart is hers, And her will I adore;And from that love when I depart, Let heavn view me no more! Her roses with my praise shall spring; And when her trees I praise,Their boughs shall blossom, mellow fruit Shall strew her pleasant words of hearty zeal have power High wonders to effect;O why should then her princely ear My words, or zeal, neglect ? If she my faith misdeems, or worth, Woe worth my hapless fate!For though time can my truth reveal, That time will come too who can glory in the worth, That cannot yield him grace ?Conten
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