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THE THREE THAT SHALL
BE ONE.
1863.
Love on the earth alit,
Come to be Lord of it;
Looked round and laughed with glee,
Noble my empery
Straight ere that laugh was done
Sprang forth the royal sun,
Pouring out golden shine
Over the realm divine.
Came then a lovely may,
Dazzling the new-born day,
Wreathing her golden hair
With the red roses there,
Laughing with sunny eyes
Up to the sunny skies,
Moving so light and free
To her own minstrelsy.
