Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
In the holy night
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving look,
Like the holy book
Pale, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
Oh the trembling fear!
Oh the dismal care
Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
In the holy night
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