Loving Kind

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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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