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A MEMORY.
Rose the sun and chased the shadow
From the garden lawn;
Came she out into the meadow
Like a second dawn.
From the garden lawn;
Came she out into the meadow
Like a second dawn.
Whilst a ruby-lidded daisy
Opened a wet eye,
Whilst a butterfly, yellow, lazy,
Wandered flittering by;
Opened a wet eye,
Whilst a butterfly, yellow, lazy,
Wandered flittering by;
Out of the fresh morning hastened
Fifty things of grace
Through her soul, and thus enchastened
Shone upon her face.
Fifty things of grace
Through her soul, and thus enchastened
Shone upon her face.
And her sweet look as she passed me
In the meadow-way,
Made a memory to last me
Many a sunless day.
In the meadow-way,
Made a memory to last me
Many a sunless day.
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