Loving Kind


Loving Kind went by the way,
Hapless Loving Kind,
Up and down, by night and day,
Her true love to find.

Roving eye and nimble tongue
All her paths pursue:
How should she, and she so young,
Know false love from true?

Some by grace she would compel;
None would she deny:
How shall I my true love tell
Only passing by?

Sober heart and prudent mind
Scorn her and reprove:
How should she by loving find
Any truth in love?

Yet she smiled and smiling said:
Though my love I see
Except I take him to my bed,
How shall he know me?

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