  Dear heart, on this thrice-blessed day, An thou my sweetheart be, The rose of love shall bide alway Upon the red-rose tree. And in the garden of my heart So ceaselessly shall shine, The little birds will know thou art Mine own true Valentine. And I will bid them wing and sing To all good winds that blow, That to thy little feet they bring All blessings, even so. And o'er thy cradle I will coax, By every lucky charm, The friendship of the fairy folks To fold thee from all harm. So may they hover round thy head And gently thereupon, As doth the April sunshine, shed Most gracious benison. And all fair gifts that Fortune hath, I'll pray she promise these, And that she loose about thy path All sweet influences. Then here's a kiss! and there's a kiss! And kisses, one, two, three! I seal them in the folds of this, And speed them unto thee! |
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