Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXIII.
By Thomas Moore
[1] To Love, the soft and blooming child, I touch the harp in descant wild; To Love, the babe of Cyprian bowers, The boy, who breathes and blushes flowers; To Love, for heaven and earth adore him, And gods and mortals bow before him!
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