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DOROTHEA.
As birds in Spring by fresh green leaves
Are welcomed, where the woodland weaves
A bower for sea-tired wings to rest;
So careful Love with open breast
Thee, birdie sweet, to earth receives.
Are welcomed, where the woodland weaves
A bower for sea-tired wings to rest;
So careful Love with open breast
Thee, birdie sweet, to earth receives.
Nought here our tender nursling grieves;
No tossing wave of trouble heaves,
Where thou hast found a happy nest,
As birds in Spring.
No tossing wave of trouble heaves,
Where thou hast found a happy nest,
As birds in Spring.
Dear joy in thee our heart achieves,
Sweet Dorothea, and believes
And names thee God's gift, latest, best;
Heaven-sent to bless us, and be blest,
And sing beneath our sheltering eaves,
As birds in Spring.
Sweet Dorothea, and believes
And names thee God's gift, latest, best;
Heaven-sent to bless us, and be blest,
And sing beneath our sheltering eaves,
As birds in Spring.
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