onquer love, ried,

    to conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove;

    For grief indeed is love and grief beside.

    Alas, I o love.

    Yet love me-- t wide,

    And fold  hy dove.

    If I leave all for t thou exchange

    And be all to me? Shall I never miss

    alk and blessings and the common kiss

    t comes to eacurn, nor count it strange,

    o drop on a new range

    Of his?

    Nay,  t place by me which is

    Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change?

    ts . If to conquer love, ried,

    to conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove;

    For grief indeed is love and grief beside.

    Alas, I o love.

    Yet love me-- t wide,

    And fold  hy dove.