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Lures to faith are they, those glimpses,

And to faith in thee I hold;

Kindness cannot er,

Coldness cannot entleness I see

So thee

If it be that in devotion

Lies a power hearts to move,

That which every day I show thee,

Helpful to my suit should prove

Many a time thou o about on Monday

Dressed in all htness;

Love loves what is gaily drest;

Sunday, Monday, all I care is

Thou shouldst see me in my best

No account I make of dances,

Or of strains that pleased thee so,

Keeping thee awake froan to crow;

Or of how I roundly swore it

That there's none so fair as thou;

True it is, but as I said it,

By the girls I'm hated now

For Teresa of the hillside

At el;

It's atrinkets,

And her borrowed braids of hair,

And a host of made-up beauties