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9093	Bloomfield, Robert	Rural Tales, Ballads, and Songs			.txt	text/plain	12875	1392	96	And Jane was young and chearful as the Day. Not yet to Love but Mirth she paid her vows; So lovely JANE o'erlook'd the clouds of Care; 'Twas WALTER'S fate thy mad'ning power to know; "I love thee, Jane; appoint the happy day?" 'I feel:--but, guilty Love, 'tis not thy sting! 'Jane knows what Love can do, and feels its pow'r; Clear but the Sun-rise of Life's little day, Long as I live, when this bright day comes round, One Summer's night, (the hour of rest was come) "Good-bye, dear Phoebe," the poor fellow said! To please so sweet a Maid, and win her love. That you should love to gaze at _Phoebe's_ eyes; By turns the Stranger, and the lovely Maid. 'Tis _George_ that speaks; thou'lt bless the happy hour!-Spreads thy cold reign, heart-chilling Fear.) My promis'd joy, my love, will come. And peace like this shall cheer your way.	./cache/9093.txt	./txt/9093.txt