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HE WRITES WHAT LOVE BIDS HIM.
White -- to my heart Love oftentimes had said -- / Write what thou seest in letters large of gold, / That livid are my votaries to behold, / And in a moment made alive and dead.
Once in thy heart my sovran influence spread / A public precedent to lovers told; / Though other duties drew thee from my fold, / I soon reclaim'd thee as thy footsteps fled.
And if the bright eyes which I show'd thee first, / If the fair face where most I loved to stay, / Thy young heart's icy hardness when I burst, / Restore to me the bow which all obey, / Then may thy cheek, which now so smooth appears, / Be channell'd with my daily drink of tears.
MACGREGOR.