to a friend.
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TO A FRIEND.
Oh, no! never deem her less worthy of love,
That once she has trusted, and trusted in vain!
Could you turn from the timid and innocent dove,
If it flew to your breast from a savage's chain!
That once she has trusted, and trusted in vain!
Could you turn from the timid and innocent dove,
If it flew to your breast from a savage's chain!
She too is a dove, in her guileless affection,
A child in confiding and worshipping truth;
Half broken in heart, she has flown for protection
To you,—will you chill the sweet promise of youth?
A child in confiding and worshipping truth;
Half broken in heart, she has flown for protection
To you,—will you chill the sweet promise of youth?
To a being so fragile, affection is life!
A rosebud, unbless'd by a smile from above,
When with bloom and with fragrance its bosom is rife—
A bee without sweets—she must perish or love!
A rosebud, unbless'd by a smile from above,
When with bloom and with fragrance its bosom is rife—
A bee without sweets—she must perish or love!
