  Ethereal bursts yon morn, bluebirds awake, Joy-notes break forth, Heav’n born, for love’s sweet sake, Thy face, in waking dreams, reveals the day, Sunlight in beauty streams, pointing the way. ’Tis but a dainty flower I bring to you, Bathed in celestial light, mingled with dew, Still deeply rooted in this heart so true, Is wealth the world holds not, treasured in you. Fairest of all the bloom I proffer thee, Plucked from yon garden rare, Sincerity; Pure bud of enduring love, shield thou me, And bear my soul to God in chastity. |
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