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by Samuel Coleridge-Taylor (1875 - 1912)
1. My lady
2. Love's Mirror  [sung text checked 1 time]
Look within my loving eyes, And there thou wilt see Beauties my poor heart doth prize Reflected, Sweet, from thee! Coral-red thy lips are there In all loveliness; And thy wealth of sunny hair Doth glisten, tress. When thou see'st how fair thou art, As mine eyes do prove, Thou wilt haply ask thy heart "How can he help but love?"
- by Fritz Bennicke Hart (1874 - 1949) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]