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But, ah! the youth was practised well 
In Cupid’s every wile, 
And promptly at her feet he fell, 
And whispered with a smile,— 
‘ Listen! and be the forfeit paid; 
Oh, listen to my suit, sweet maid ! 5 
4 A seeming bondage thine must be — 
The real is my own; 
Queen of my hopes and destiny! 
I live for thee alone! 
Trust this fond heart — be not afraid — 
But give me love for love, dear maid!’ 
E’er since ‘the tempter’ crossed Eve’s path, 
And sweetly on her smiled, 
Has woman, with her easy faith, 
By flattery been beguiled! 
That look, those words of love, betrayed. 
And won again the trusting maid. 
