Song

When thy lips was so rubey & thy bosom so fair

& the first rose of sumer was found to dwell there
In that season of love & of beautys perfection
I met with thee mary & wished thee for mine
& my heart then in silence beseechd thy protection
While thy smiles gave welcome tho a stranger to thine.

& the autumn that seareth so blee & so hoary
The prime of that summer if souls may forget
& the sun it may loose its reflections of glory
When in clouds of the winter its brightness is set
But the day & the hour that I first beheld mary
That date of my hopes is forever with me
& the face then so sweet tho my hopes turnd contrary
While my heart lives to beat there its image must be.
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