A kind return, a kind return,
Should raise the glowing Fires;
But tho' you hate me, I am still
Devoted wholly to your Will:
Not all your Frowns can quench my Flame,
My Love is something more than Name,
And as it ought, will ever, ever be the same.
A kind return, a kind return,
Should raise the glowing Fires;
But tho' you hate me, I am still
Devoted wholly to your Will:
Not all your Frowns can quench my Flame,
My Love is something more than Name,
And as it ought, will ever, ever be the same.