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But, ah, it baffles every art, 
My skilless hand applies! 
Taking the lesson from my heart, 
It ever thus replies — 
‘ Useless shall every effort prove; 
Then be thy song of Love — still Love! ’ 
A Bunch of Boses. — ‘ Pledge of Affection 
Fame twines the Laurel — Friendship wreathes the Ivy — but 
Love alone scatters Roses along our path. 
Oh, tell me not that strangers praise 
My lute’s unbidden song; 
Its simplest and its proudest lays 
To those I love belong; 
