 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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“CONSIDER THE LILIES.”
'T is not the radiant star above
That breathes for me the lore of love
As doth the dewy censer sweet
That Heaven enkindles at my feet.
That breathes for me the lore of love
As doth the dewy censer sweet
That Heaven enkindles at my feet.
Yea, more for me of tenderness
Is uttered in the mute caress
Upon these moistened petals found,
Than e'er was wedded unto sound.
Is uttered in the mute caress
Upon these moistened petals found,
Than e'er was wedded unto sound.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |