Be as thou art for ever young,
Still on thy cheek the vernal bloom,
The honey's essence on thy tongue,
And on thy lips the rose perfume.
Be as thou art—for ever fair,
Siill beam with love, those eyes of thine;
For ever wave thy yellow hair,
And round thy graceful bosom twine.
Those coral lips, those teeth of pearl,
Those smiles, those glances, and those sighs;
Heaven save them long, my charming girl,
To bless this heart, to bless these eyes.
For all of thee, thank heaven, is mine;
And I am happier made by thee;
As when the oak supports the vine,
'Tis glad and looketh cheerfully.
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