Let Not Sorrow Cloud Thy Brow

Amelia Alderson Opie

1769 to 1853

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Let not sorrow cloud thy brow,
Tho' thy faithless lover fly,
There are Swains sweet Maid I trow
Who will give thee sigh for sigh,
Then no longer rove forlorn,
But his falsehood pay with scorn;
Once like thee I pined in anguish
Hopeless love's fond whining prey,
But at length I scorn'd to languish,
And disdain drove love away,
Then like me no longer fret
If forgotten we'll forget,
True to those alone we'll prove
Who will give us love for love.

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