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CONSTANCY.
It is like love—Oh! love should be
An ever changing thing:
The love that I could worship, must
Be ever on the wing.
l.e.l.
An ever changing thing:
The love that I could worship, must
Be ever on the wing.
l.e.l.
Not so for me—I could not brook
A love that changed with every wind:
A colder tone, a calmer look,
A passion less refined;
Though deep might flow the blessed tide,
I would not that its waves aside
Should turn a moment, though I knew
Again they'd seek the channel true.
