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“Then comes the tulip race, where beauty playa 
Her idle freaks.” Tomson 
DECLARATION OF LOVE. 
Why hangest thou thy maiden head 
With such a coyness? Why ’s the rich 
Blush spreading its roseate tints 
O’er thy fair cheek? Is °t because I ’ve 
Told the tender tale, which within 
My heart has, like a hallowed flame, 
Been burning, and feeding on its 
Inward light, till it ne longer 
Could the silent smothering keep ? 
Then bursting forth, laden with its 
Long-cherished, silent eloquence, 
Asking thee but to love the heart, 
Which loveth thee so well? If so, 
Then I am blest! for by those eyes 
Downcast, as if their lids were lade 
With tears unshed, I find my hopes 
Not blasted, — but my heart received. 
















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