Sungleams Rondeaux and Sonnets. By the Rev. Richard Wilton |
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XVI. ON A WREATH OF FLOWERS FROM JERUSALEM.
The Holy Land this wreath has lent,
Of gold and scarlet gaily blent
With humbler tints of green and blue—
The self-same flowers that met Love's view,
While here His pilgrim years He spent.
Of gold and scarlet gaily blent
With humbler tints of green and blue—
The self-same flowers that met Love's view,
While here His pilgrim years He spent.
O'er such fair favourites I have bent
When through our English lanes I went,
And loved the very blooms that strew
The Holy Land.
When through our English lanes I went,
And loved the very blooms that strew
The Holy Land.
O flowers of East or West, to you
Our faithless hearts the Saviour drew
For everlasting solacement;
Marking your every hue and scent
As with mild eyes He wandered through
The Holy Land.
Our faithless hearts the Saviour drew
For everlasting solacement;
Marking your every hue and scent
As with mild eyes He wandered through
The Holy Land.
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