by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Ah what avails thy lover's pray'r
Language: English 
Ah! what avails thy Lover's Pray'r,
His Incense clouds the Sky in vain.
Nor Wealth nor Greatness was his Care,
Thee, thee alone he beg'd to gain.

With thee to waste the pleasing Day,
When ev'ry Hour in Joy was past,
With Love insensibly decay
And on thy Bosom breathe my last.


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This text was added to the website: 2020-07-10
Line count: 8
Word count: 52