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Can the morning beam Love a lowly floweret lining in its gleam? Let me gentle whisper All my doubts destroy, Let my dreamy rapture Turn to waking joy, Mollie, do you love me? Tell me, Tell me true! Mollie, do you love me Love as I love you? Tell me by those ringlets, By those eyes of black, Mollie, do you love me? Love as I love you? Flow from heartless glee? Must I read no feeling In that Melody? Mollie, do you love me? Tell me, tell me true! Mollie, do you love me Love as I love you? Ah! my heart has yielded Those smiles that play with the merry dimples all the live-long day. Though the tender blossoms need the Summer light, Let our hearts, united Brave afflictions blight, Mollie! do you love me? Tell me, tell me true! Mollie! do you love me? Love as I love you? By Edward Thomas (Tom) Broughton , Jr. to wife, Mollie Douglas Broughton, ( Date not known. ) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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