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A SUMMMER SONG.
Fall on Earth's heart, O gladness,
O freshly falling dew!
No dream of tears and sadness
My fancy finds in you;
Into Earth's parching bosom
Sink herb and flower with you;
To her steals down each blossom,
With you, O falling dew.
O freshly falling dew!
No dream of tears and sadness
My fancy finds in you;
Into Earth's parching bosom
Sink herb and flower with you;
To her steals down each blossom,
With you, O falling dew.
The tender verdure blessing
The laughing fields of Spring,
The lilies June's possessing,
Her roses rare you bring.
The harvest's golden treasure
Descends to man with you,
In plenty without measure,
O gently falling dew.
The laughing fields of Spring,
The lilies June's possessing,
Her roses rare you bring.
The harvest's golden treasure
Descends to man with you,
In plenty without measure,
O gently falling dew.
Like Summer's sunshine, stealing
In stillness from above,
Your freshness, Earth is feeling
As softly as God's love,
Yes, silent, ceasing never,
Descends His love in you,
Upon Earth's heart for ever,
O gently falling dew.
In stillness from above,
Your freshness, Earth is feeling
As softly as God's love,
Yes, silent, ceasing never,
Descends His love in you,
Upon Earth's heart for ever,
O gently falling dew.
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