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29722	Cooper, Thomas	The Baron's Yule Feast: A Christmas Rhyme			.txt	text/plain	17060	1752	94	The thought of thousands, while thy noble heart "Come, tune thy harp!" the Baron saith, "And tell thy minstrel tale: For a guerdon, thy dreams,--sith, to me thou hast said Shall soon enfold thy true love's charms: But, to thy harp, thou well hast sung Tell out thy heart withouten fear-Hearts and hands went with "healths" in the days of yore! Ere he to thy bosom of love return; "Then chaunt us thy love-song!" cried Baron and guests; My heart, my Love, still cleaves to thee! My heart, my Love, still cleaves to thee! My heart, my Love, still cleaves to thee! My heart, my Love, still cleaves to thee! My heart, my Love, still cleaves to thee! "What is thy boon?" said Torksey's lord,-"Tell forth thy heart,--and to keep his word "Then for thy own heart's nobleness "Before thou tell'st thy thought, I guess	./cache/29722.txt	./txt/29722.txt