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The Bower.
Will you come out and see
My pretty bower with me,
My sweet little house that lilac boughs have made;
With windows up on high,
Through which I see the sky,
And look up to Him who made the pleasant shade?
My pretty bower with me,
My sweet little house that lilac boughs have made;
With windows up on high,
Through which I see the sky,
And look up to Him who made the pleasant shade?
The sunbeams come and go
So brightly to and fro,
Like angels of light, too dazzling to be seen!
They weave a curtain fair
About my doorway there,
And paint all my walls with shining gold and green.
So brightly to and fro,
Like angels of light, too dazzling to be seen!
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About my doorway there,
And paint all my walls with shining gold and green.
I have sweet music too,
And lovely songs for you,
To hear in my house among the lilac leaves;
For breezes softly play,
And robins sing all day:
I think this is praise that God on high receives.
And lovely songs for you,
To hear in my house among the lilac leaves;
For breezes softly play,
And robins sing all day:
I think this is praise that God on high receives.
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