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Literary Gazette, 3rd April, 1824, Page 219
Young Beauty once dwelt in a bower,
A fairy bower of rose, with Love;
There was a fragrant earth beneath,
There was a cloudless sky above.
And they were happy, till one day
Beauty bethought her of Love's wings,
And watched her moment—o'er his neck
A chain, a golden chain, she flings.
Alas, the folly of such care!
Alas, that e'er the chain was thrown!
For Beauty found Love disappear,
And that the fetters were her own![1]
- ↑ Signature after last song
