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| OVER the mountains |
| And over the waves, |
| Under the fountains |
| Under floods that are deepest, |
| Which Neptune obey, |
| Over rocks that are steepest, |
| Love will find out the way. |
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| When there is no place |
| For the glow-worm to lie, |
| When there is no space |
| For receipt of a fly; |
| When the midge dares not venture |
| Lest herself fast she lay, |
| If Love come, he will enter |
| And will find out the way. |
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| You may esteem him |
| A child for his might; |
| Or you may deem him |
| A coward for his flight; |
| But if she whom Love doth honour |
| Be conceal'd from the day— |
| Set a thousand guards upon her, |
| Love will find out the way. |
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| Some think to lose him |
| By having him confined; |
| And some do suppose him, |
| Poor heart! to be blind; |
| But if ne'er so close ye wall him, |
| Do the best that ye may, |
| Blind Love, if so ye call him, |
| He will find out his way. |
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| You may train the eagle |
| To stoop to your fist; |
| Or you may inveigle |
| The Phoenix of the east; |
| The lioness, you may move her |
| To give over her prey; |
| But you'll ne'er stop a lover— |
| He will find out the way. |
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| If the earth it should part him, |
| He would gallop it o'er; |
| If the seas should o'erthwart him, |
| He would swim to the shore; |
| Should his Love become a swallow, |
| Through the air to stray, |
| Love will lend wings to follow, |
| And will find out the way. |
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| There is no striving |
| To cross his intent; |
| There is no contriving |
| His plots to prevent; |
| But if once the message greet him |
| That his True Love doth stay, |
| If Death should come and meet him, |
Love will find out the way!
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