Wine- Cellar.
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I.
Thou art a light gale;
Com'st to the dale-
Of a lorn sower's
Heart, to embrace his flowers
II.
Dost thou hast room in thine sedan
To brood the nectarell flowers of my Eden?
Adorn! the petals as a brooch in thine bosom;
For shalt thou see there our roses' blossom.
III.
Oh! 'tis the season of love an' is jolly.
Love me! with thy heart wholly.
Let my heart's wine-cellar be filled,
By thy love and my soul be blessed!
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