John Rannie

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MY heart with love is beating,—⁠
⁠     Fond trembler—feel it move;
To thee each vow repeating,
⁠     Who taught it first to love.
To thee, my life's best treasure,
     ⁠I'll breathe them o'er and o'er,
With ardent love and pleasure,
     ⁠Till time shall be no more.
My heart with love is beating,
     ⁠Its fond emotions prove,
To thee its vows repeating,
     ⁠My life, my soul, my love!
The sun shall lose each motion,
⁠     The heavens each fix'd degree,
And cease to roll the ocean,
⁠     Ere I prove false to thee!