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keep, keep the maiden's dowry.
Bright thoughts that flash like jewels,
And golden fancies fair,
And glowing dreams of joy and hope,
That make sweet pictures there .
And golden fancies fair,
And glowing dreams of joy and hope,
That make sweet pictures there .
Keep, keep my lady's dowry,
Her hand, her heart I claim;
That little hand is more to me
Than power, rank, or fame;
That heart's pure love is wealth, my lord,
No more your coffers name!
Her hand, her heart I claim;
That little hand is more to me
Than power, rank, or fame;
That heart's pure love is wealth, my lord,
No more your coffers name!
1No statue in your proud saloon
Can match her form of grace,
No gem that lights your casket
The radiance of her face.
In giving her, you give me all
I covet in earth's space.
Can match her form of grace,
No gem that lights your casket
The radiance of her face.
In giving her, you give me all
I covet in earth's space.
Oh! make her mine, your idol child!
To be my prize and pride,
My star in every festival,
My trust should wo betide,
My bower's loveliest blossom,
Mine own, my worshipp'd bride.
To be my prize and pride,
My star in every festival,
My trust should wo betide,
My bower's loveliest blossom,
Mine own, my worshipp'd bride.
