Queen of the May/Time has not thinned

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TIME HAS NOT THINN'D &c.

TIME has not thinn'd my flowing hair,
nor bent me with his iron hand:
Ah! why so soon the blossom tear,
Ere autumn yet the fruit demand.


Let me enjoy the cheering day,
Till many a year has o'er me roll'd,
Pleas'd, let me trifle life away,
And sing of love e'er I grow old.


FINIS.

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