What love is there to find
With credence giv'n to every start
Heart's patience turns to mind
To know the path of least resist
To know the greater will
Contemplating hazard's course
What truer dreams could kill
In silence whispers tragedy
In solace refuge lust
A tempted fate to try the date
An end to surely bust
And wither console comfort us
As thither shame us might
Where virtue is its own reward
Beside what guiding light
When troubled spirits turn, my love
What jaded tresses want
In consort to a sullen need
Beheld to treach'rous cant
As turns, as spurns a wounded heart
And spreads the vile ill
Remove me from this fate, my love
Submit mine to your will
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