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Yes! tis to thee love

I waken the string:

Yes! 'tis to thee love

I only would sing;

And in thine eyes love,

I ask but to shine;

With softest affection,

As thou dost in mine.

Dearest and kindest,

I ask but to be

Cherished by thee love,

As thou art by me;

Then shall our moments

Glide sunnily o'er.

And blest with each other,

We sigh for no more.

Wife of thy bosom,

By thee loved alone,

No dearer blessing

This proud world can own:

All its attractions

Delighted I'll fly,

For thee love, to live,

And with thee love to die!