Lady Caroline Lamb

The Sacred Lore O'weel-Plac'd Love

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The sacred lore o'weel-plac'd love,
Luxuriantly indulge it;
But never tempt th' illicit rove,
Tho' naething should divulge it:
I wave the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing;
But och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling.

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