To
the
Same
.
I.
WHEN
I
think
on
your
truth
,
I
doubt
you
no
more
,
I
blame
all
the
fears
I
gave
way
to
before
,
I
say
to
my
heart
,
"
Be
at
rest
,
and
believe
That
whom
once
she
has
chosen
she
never
will
leave
.
II
.
But
ah
!
when
I
think
on
each
ravishing
grace
That
plays
in
the
smiles
of
that
heavenly
face
,
My
heart
beats
again
;
I
again
apprehend
Some
fortunate
rival
in
every
friend
.
III
.
These
painful
suspicions
you
cannot
remove
,
Since
you
neither
can
lessen
your
charms
nor
my
love
;
But
doubts
caus'd
by
passion
you
never
can
blame
;
For
they
are
not
ill
founded
,
or
you
feel
the
same
.