Song (In early days thy fondness taught) In early days thy fondness taught My soul its endless love to know; Thy image waked in every thought, Nor fear'd my tongue to tell thee so. In all the trusting faith of youth, That knows no dread, that feels no care, I deem'd thy heart was all of truth, And I the cherish'd object there. Alas! the vision'd bliss is gone— Too soon those days were o'er! This heart still loves—but loves alone— Its joys are there no more |
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