Song (Osgood)

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by Frances Sargeant Osgood.

YOUR heart is a music-box, dearest!
With exquisite tunes at command,
Of melody sweetest and clearest,
If tried by a delicate hand;
But its workmanship, love, is so fine,
At a single rude touch it would break;
Then, oh! be the magic key mine,
Its fairy-like whispers to wake.
And there 's one little tune it can play,
That I fancy all others above,
You learned it of Cupid one day,
It begins with and ends with 'I love!' 'I love!'
My heart echoes to it 'I love!'

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