Since trembling first my heart I lost,

Or told my love with hope, grown bolder.

3.

Sixteen was then our utmost age,

Two years have lingering pass'd away, love!

And now new thoughts our minds engage,

At least, I feel disposed to stray, love!

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4.

'Tis I, that am alone to blame,

I, that am guilty of love's treason;

Since your sweet breast, is still the same,

Caprice must be my only reason.

5.

I do not, love, suspect your truth,

With jealous doubt my bosom heaves not,

Warm was the passion of my youth,

One trace of dark deceit it leaves not.

6.

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