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LURE by GEORGE DARLEY

First Line: HE WHO THE SIREN'S HAIR WOULD WIN
He who the Siren's hair would win
Is mostly strangled in the tide.


Give me, instead of Beauty's bust,
A tender heart, a loyal mind
Which with temptation I could trust,
Yet never linked with error find,-


One in whose gentle bosom I
Could pour my secret heart of woes,
Like the care-burthened honey-fly
That hides his murmurs in the rose,-


My earthly Comforter! whose love
So indefeasible might be
That, when my spirit won above,
Hers could not stay, for sympathy.




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