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In vain eyes may flash and lips smile;
To me they shall prove no deluders;
My love they can never beguile,
To my heart they can be but intruders.
From suspicion let thine he at rest,
For mine is so brimful of thee,
That, while its throbs rise in my breast,
No room for another there‘ll be.
The tear-drops that stands in those eyes,
Serve to make their soft ray double bright,
As tears wept by soft summer skies
In the sun form a rainbow of light.
Like that rainbow, then, let it portend,
(While vanish'd each dark cloud of sorrow)
That jealousy's storm's at an end,
And promise bright looks for to-morrow.
I‘ll never leave Thee.
One day I heard my Mary say,
How shall I leave thee?
Stay, dearest Adonis, stay,
Why wilt thou grieve me?
Alas! my fond heart will break,
If thou shouldst leave me:
I'll live and die for thy sake,
Yet never leave thee.
Say, lovely Adonis, say,
Has Mary deceived thee?
Did e’re her young heart betray
