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Children of the future Age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that, in a former time,
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light.
Naked in the sunny beams delight.
Once a youthful pair,
Fill'd with softest care,
Met in garden bright,
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep,
Waves o'er heaven's deep
And the weary tired wanderers weep.
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