CONCETTO.

CONCETTO.

Ammon’s solar fount congealsIn the heat and glare of noon;But its waters it unseals’Neath the kisses of the moon.So the heart is often foundIn the smiles of fortune cold;But afflictions lowering round,All its charities unfold.

Ammon’s solar fount congealsIn the heat and glare of noon;But its waters it unseals’Neath the kisses of the moon.So the heart is often foundIn the smiles of fortune cold;But afflictions lowering round,All its charities unfold.

Ammon’s solar fount congealsIn the heat and glare of noon;But its waters it unseals’Neath the kisses of the moon.So the heart is often foundIn the smiles of fortune cold;But afflictions lowering round,All its charities unfold.

Ammon’s solar fount congeals

In the heat and glare of noon;

But its waters it unseals

’Neath the kisses of the moon.

So the heart is often found

In the smiles of fortune cold;

But afflictions lowering round,

All its charities unfold.

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