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Show All for Love. Oh, talk not to me of a n.uno great In stui) ' Tho dis of our youth aro tho days of out Kloiy. Anil the myitle nnd Ivy of sweet two- ni.d-tiventy Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plUlt). What nre snrlandj and crowni to tho blow thai Ik wrlnkUd? Tl but n a dead Mower with May- d w besprinkled. Then ,iu with all such from the head tlmt i" hoary What inie I foi tho wreaths that can oni) tflie glory? Oh. rume' IT I e'er took delight In thy pllllHRH 'Twas le-D for tho sako of thy hlBli- houiulhiK iraleK Than to we the InlKht eyes of the dear one dNrover Slio II ought that 1 was not unworthy to lue liei. Theie i hlelly I nought thee; theie only 1 loiind thee. Her ulaiue was the best of the rays that loiiround thie; Win n It uparkled o'er nught that was hrlKht In mi story, I knew It was line, und I felt It was Slot Lord It) ron |