  BRING me rainbow ribbons And a band of blue, Bring me threads of silver From the moonbeams’ hue. Bring a pure cloud fleecy, Snatch a sunbeam bright, Tints from twilight evenings, Matchless and just right, To mate with all her beauty. These amassed will make the dreams Tender, pure and holy Of a girl just turned thirteen. Bring me rainbow ribbons From the sunset too Then a white tho’t from the angels Who are holding hands with you. Bring the rosebud’s fragrance And the apple blossom’s bloom The hushed voice from the morning Then leave a little room, From a God’s infinite dream And you’ll have the soul and fancies Of a girl just turned thirteen. |
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