Loving thee

To words vain words no power is given 

The torments of my soul to tell 

I slept & had a dream of heavn 

I woke & felt the pangs of hell 

Yet I woud not forget thee – No! 

Tho thou had witherd hope in me 

Nor for a world of joys forego 

The one sweet joy of loving thee

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