EQUALITY.
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'Neath the sunset's fading rays. On her cheek the rose-blush burning,Tells the tale her lips deny, And the endless joy of loving,Glistens in her shining eyes."
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Twilight in the purple meadow, Twilight in the forest glade,And the bird and bee were nestled, In their haunts, and not afraid,For the cunning hand lay idle, And the lover's tears in vain,On the emerald mosses' carpet, Fell like dripping April rain.
"Love, Oh! Love thou art so fickle, Bittersweet art thou and rue,When I clipped thy wings and held thee, From my grasp thou soonest flew.If I let thee fly unheeding, Thou would'st surely follow me,When I pursue, then from my vision," Thou wilt surely flee.
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Daylight in the purple meadow, Daylight in the dewy wood,Where the spreading ferns grew thickest, There the maid repenting stood.
