SONGS FOR THE SENTIMENTAL.—No. 10.
You talk of love—I would believe
Thy words were truth;
Nor deem that thou wouldst e’er deceive
My artless youth:
But when we part,
Within my heart
A small voice whispers low—
Beware! Beware!
Fond girl, the snare!
it’s all no go!
You talk of love—yet would betray
The heart you seek,
And smile upon its slow decay,
If ’twould not break.
In vain you swear
That I am fair,
That heaven is on my lip!
I know each vow
Is worthless now;
YOU’VE MISS’D YOUR TIP.