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When Love Is Kind.
By Thomas Moore
When Love is kind,
Cheerful and free,
Love's sure to find
Welcome from me.
But when Love brings
Heartache or pang,
Tears, and such things--
Love may go hang!
If Love can sigh
For one alone,
Well pleased am I
To be that one,
But should I see
Love given to rove
To two or three,
Then--good by Love!
Love must, in short,
Keep fond and true,
Thro' good report,
And evil too.
Else, here I swear,
Young Love may go.
For aught I care--
To Jericho.
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