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Article TO THE EDITOR OF THE FREEMASONS' MAGAZINE. Page 1 of 1 Article OF LOVE. Page 1 of 1
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To The Editor Of The Freemasons' Magazine.
TO THE EDITOR OF THE FREEMASONS' MAGAZINE .
Sin , THE following lines were written extempore in the midst of a dispute with an esteemed and sensible , and otherwise accomplished young lady , on the subject of love . I am seldom accustomed to versify , but the occasion rather called for that mode of expressing my sentiments than prose . I am yours , & c . Bidcford , Devon . « " -
Of Love.
OF LOVE .
TALK not to me of mighty love , I do not wish its pow ' r to prove . When it rises ' tis a bubble , Brings the mind both care and trouble ; Buoys us up with idle hopes , Fears creates , then down it drops ; Now it freezes , then it burns ;
All the passions play by turns . Now the pair like doves caressing ; All is joy beyond expressing . Another hour clouds arise , And jealous fears bemist their eyes . Rankling passion fills the soul , Raging far beyond controul . Ahmay I ne ' er try the bait
, . Folly 'tis and mere deceit . Let Reason be my guiding star , Then my passions will not jar , Moving on with even force , Acting in a steady course .
Yet , Oh ! let me still be free From the stoic Apathy ! May I ever have a heart . Sensible in ev ' ry part ; Touch'd at ev ' ry human woe , Ever charitably glow . May Compassion round my mind Have its sweetest chain entwin'd !
Nor let me wish a pilgrimage O ' er this variegated stage , Withouta partner , of my care And of my happiness to share ; . Let her be fair , but chief be kind , No greater bliss I wish to find . No lovesick raptures I desire ; No flames to set the soul on fire ;
Let gen'rous Friendship fill her breast Give me but that and then I'll rest . Vor . III . F f
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To The Editor Of The Freemasons' Magazine.
TO THE EDITOR OF THE FREEMASONS' MAGAZINE .
Sin , THE following lines were written extempore in the midst of a dispute with an esteemed and sensible , and otherwise accomplished young lady , on the subject of love . I am seldom accustomed to versify , but the occasion rather called for that mode of expressing my sentiments than prose . I am yours , & c . Bidcford , Devon . « " -
Of Love.
OF LOVE .
TALK not to me of mighty love , I do not wish its pow ' r to prove . When it rises ' tis a bubble , Brings the mind both care and trouble ; Buoys us up with idle hopes , Fears creates , then down it drops ; Now it freezes , then it burns ;
All the passions play by turns . Now the pair like doves caressing ; All is joy beyond expressing . Another hour clouds arise , And jealous fears bemist their eyes . Rankling passion fills the soul , Raging far beyond controul . Ahmay I ne ' er try the bait
, . Folly 'tis and mere deceit . Let Reason be my guiding star , Then my passions will not jar , Moving on with even force , Acting in a steady course .
Yet , Oh ! let me still be free From the stoic Apathy ! May I ever have a heart . Sensible in ev ' ry part ; Touch'd at ev ' ry human woe , Ever charitably glow . May Compassion round my mind Have its sweetest chain entwin'd !
Nor let me wish a pilgrimage O ' er this variegated stage , Withouta partner , of my care And of my happiness to share ; . Let her be fair , but chief be kind , No greater bliss I wish to find . No lovesick raptures I desire ; No flames to set the soul on fire ;
Let gen'rous Friendship fill her breast Give me but that and then I'll rest . Vor . III . F f