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Of Eden land; it is a blooming bower,
And I its merriest, happiest singing-bird.
They tell us of a brighter, better clime,
Beyond the star-lit azure, but I fain
Would live for ever on this earth."
And I its merriest, happiest singing-bird.
They tell us of a brighter, better clime,
Beyond the star-lit azure, but I fain
Would live for ever on this earth."
Thus sang
At morn a wild and joyous-hearted girl,
Upon a flowery lea. Her loosened hat
Was swinging on her shoulders; her white hand
Strayed 'mid the surrey ringlets of her hair;
Her blue eyes glistened with her happy dreams;
And sweet smiles played, like honey bees, around
Her parted cherry lips. Young roses lay
Upon her budding bosom; and glad thoughts
Were springing in her heart—sweet spirit-flowers,
More fresh, more bright, more beautiful, than those
That bloomed upon her breast.
At morn a wild and joyous-hearted girl,
Upon a flowery lea. Her loosened hat
Was swinging on her shoulders; her white hand
Strayed 'mid the surrey ringlets of her hair;
Her blue eyes glistened with her happy dreams;
And sweet smiles played, like honey bees, around
Her parted cherry lips. Young roses lay
Upon her budding bosom; and glad thoughts
Were springing in her heart—sweet spirit-flowers,
More fresh, more bright, more beautiful, than those
That bloomed upon her breast.
Old Time moved on,
Smiling upon the gay and lovely girl,
Smiling upon the gay and lovely girl,
