Parerga/Caroline, Tell Me Truly

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CAROLINE, TELL ME TRULY.

Air—SPANISH.

I.Caroline, tell me trulyWhat mean those smiles on me?Cold as the snows of ThuleYour heart seemed once to be.Long and well I loved you,Strove your smiles to gain;But no prayers then moved you,Long I sighed in vain.Caroline, now the blindnessThat made me love is past,Say, is it pride or kindnessThat makes you smile at last?
II.Think you your power is fallingAnd scorn can sway no more?Would you, by fond recalling,Renew the chain I wore?Once, your slave delightedWould have hail'd those smiles;Now the heart you slightedSlights your charms and wiles.But if those late revealingsOf fondness now are true,Coldly to treat such feelingsIs what I learn'd of you.
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