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TERESA.
Foregone sweet Mary's kindly care
Because my boy, like hers, is fair?
And does God mock our yearnings so?
Nay! 'tis a fiendish lie, I know!
God smiles on earth, though throned above;
And what is heaven but purer love?
We three, together, glad will go,—
Bertrand and I and Angelo!
Because my boy, like hers, is fair?
And does God mock our yearnings so?
Nay! 'tis a fiendish lie, I know!
God smiles on earth, though throned above;
And what is heaven but purer love?
We three, together, glad will go,—
Bertrand and I and Angelo!
