  Good-morning, sweet! a thousand little birds Their requiem to you sing; And tender flowers, with soft, perfuming words Their greetings bring. Good-morning, sweet! this faithful heart of mine Offers devotion vast as Heaven above, Beneath thy window, worships at thy shrine; Good-morning, love. Good-morning, sweet! the glory of the day Is naught compared to thee; Come forth and smile, with rapture bright and gay, That I may see. Good-morning, sweet! look up that I may live, Kiss me that I may taste of Heaven here, The joys of Paradise are thine to give, Good-morning, dear! |
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