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Come, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we ne'er shall sunder; And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The world's wealth and grandeur. And do I hear my Jeanie own
That equal transports move her? I ask for dearest life alone,
That I may live and love her.
Thus in my arms, wi' all thy charms,
I clasp my countless treasure;
Than sic a moment's pleasure ;
I swear I'm thine for ever! And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never.
THE PLEDGE OF LOVE.
This band, which bound thy yellow hair,
Is mine, sweet girl! thy pledge of love; It claims my warmest, dearest care,
Like relics left of saints above.
Oh! I will wear it near my heart;
'Twill bind my heart in bonds to thee; From me again 'twill ne'er depart,
But mingle in the grave with me.
The dew I gather from thy lip
Is not so dear to me as this; That I but for a moment sip,
And banquet on a transient bliss :
This will recall each youthful scene,
E'en when our lives are on the wane; The leaves of love will still be green,
When memory bids them bud again,
Oh! little lock of golden hue,
In gentle-waving ringlet curl'd,
I would not lose you for the world !
Not though a thousand more adorni
The polish'd brow where once you shone, Like rays which gild a cloudless morn,
Beneath Columbia's fervid zone.
Now are the vernal hours;
The white-robed violet blooms,
The breathing air perfumes ;
Now are the vernal hours
Zenophila the fair,
The sweet beyond compare,
Meadows ! why do ye wreathe
In smiles your sunny tresses ? Ye no such odours breathe,
Though spring your wardrobe dresses; Ye no such glorious charms display, As she, the maiden that inspires my lay.
As late each flower that sweetest blows
Around his brows a beamy wreath
I softly seized the unguarded Power,
But when unweeting of the guile
Ah! soon the soul-entrancing sight
“ And O!” he cried—“of magic kind