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The Song Booh |
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IF THOU'LT BE MINE |
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Bright flowers shall spring wherever we rove, A voice divine shall talk in each stream,
The stars shall look like worlds of love, And this earth be all one beautiful dream, In our eyes, if thou wilt be mine, Love!
And thoughts, whose source is hidden and high, Like streams that flow from heavenward hills,
Shall keep our hearts, like meads that lie To be bathed by those eternal rills,
Ever green, if thou wilt be mine, Love!
All this and more the Spirit of Love
Can breathe o'er them who feel his spells;
That heaven, which forms his home above, He can make on earth, wherever he dwells, As thou'lt own, if thou wilt be mine, Love!
Words by Moore. Tune The Winnowing Sheet, |
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