Thine is the gentle day of love, When youths and virgins try their fate; When, deep retiring to the grove, Each feathered songster weds his mate. With tempered beams the skies are bright, Earth decks in smiles her pleasing face; Such is the day that gave thee light, And speaks as such thy every grace.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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