Curs'd tho' I be to live my life alone,
My toil is for man's joy, his joy my own.
Curs'd tho' I be to live my life alone,
My toil is for man's joy, his joy my own.
His little spring, that sweet we found,
So deep in summer floods is drowned,
I wonder, bathed in joy complete,
How love so young could be so sweet.
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