in gentle strains.
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in gentle strains
sing low my sweet/
till my ears become
half-sane again.
my pretty says good
prayers discreet/
(and makes death a
comedian.)
the world was never
mine to lend/but if it
was i'd give to thee/
true passion's balm to
touch, and mend/
for all eternity!
j.s.h.
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