Fragment: 'When A Lover Clasps His Fairest'.
Topics: classic
1. When a lover clasps his fairest, Then be our dread sport the rarest. Their caresses were like the chaff In the tempest, and be our laugh His despair - her epitaph! 2. When a mother clasps her child, Watch till dusty Death has piled His cold ashes on the clay; She has loved it many a day - She remains, - it fades away.
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