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When I gaze at Thee, darling mine-- Thou art a dove--though sweeter-- Delightful, playful, gentle, tame, When her mate comes to meet her.

And I can scarcely gaze enough At Thine eyes and cheeks’ blossom-- Thine eyes are but two dark blue gates To Thy deep charming bosom.

And I can scarcely gaze enough At Thy sweet face reflection-- Through it Thy whole heart speaks to me And soul without deception.

When I gaze at Thee, darling mine-- O manna’s sweet dispenser!-- Are not those the same lips, indeed, That gave me “yes” for answer?