XXV

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XXV

O ye whom tender love hath pained

Without the ken of parents both,

Whose hearts responsive have remained

To the impressions of our youth,

The all-entrancing joys of love⁠—

Young ladies, if ye ever strove

The mystic lines to tear away

A lover’s letter might convey,

Or into bold hands anxiously

Have e’er a precious tress consigned,

Or even, silent and resigned,

When separation’s hour drew nigh,

Have felt love’s agitated kiss

With tears, confused emotions, bliss⁠—