Courtship & marriage

O ! 'tis love ! 'tis love !

O ! 'TIS love ! 'tis love ! 'tis love !
From woman's bright eye glancing.
O ! 'tis love ! 'tis love ! 'tis love !
Every heart entrancing.
What claims the monarch's duty ?
What soothes the peasant's pain ?
What melts the haughty beauty,
And conquers her disdain ?
                              O ! 'tis love ! &c.

O ! 'tis love ! 'tis love ! 'tis love !
The warrior doth inspire.
O ! 'tis love ! 'tis love ! 'tis love !
That kindles soft desire.
On rocks or lonely mountains,
In palaces or vales,
In gay saloons near fountains,
'Tis love alone prevails.
                              O ! 'tis love ! &c.

The Sun that lights the

               Roses.

THOUGH dimpled cheeks may give
the light,
Where rival beauties blossom,
Though balmy lips to love invite
To ecstacy the bosom ;
Yet sweeter far yo summer sky,
Whose blushing tint discloses,
Give me the lustre-beaming eye,
The sun that lights the roses.

The voice of love is soft and clear,
Exciting fond emotion ;
How sweet it sounds upon the ear,
Like music on the ocean ;
Yet dearer far to lover's sight,
The eye that truth discloses,
Surpassing with its splendour bright
The sun that lights the roses.

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