Delilah. For thee have I crowned my brow
With fairest the springtime possesses.
The rose of Sharon I have culled
And twined among my dark tresses.
Samson. O, veil those eyes whose faintest ray
My sense doth blind, my soul possessing;
Conceal that face so all obsessing
That now my freedom takes away.
Oliver Ditson Company, Copyright MDCCCXCV. ugh, 1895?
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