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My Messengers.
I said to the merry birds of the woods,
‘Carry a song to the Fair One!’
They twittered and trilled, for they quite understood,
And flew away blithely to bear one.
Then listen, if, tapping thy window sill,
They come with their chirping and singing,
O listen! for over forest and hill,
My message of love they are bringing.
‘Carry a song to the Fair One!’
They twittered and trilled, for they quite understood,
And flew away blithely to bear one.
Then listen, if, tapping thy window sill,
They come with their chirping and singing,
O listen! for over forest and hill,
My message of love they are bringing.
I said to the lilies, ‘Carry for me,
Carry a smile to the Sweetest!’
They nodded and said, ‘Our sister is she,
That loveliest lily thou greetest.
O gather and send us,’ they whispered to me,
‘And bid us bloom fragrantly near her,
To waken her smile, rejoicing to be
Thy message of comfort to cheer her.’
Carry a smile to the Sweetest!’
They nodded and said, ‘Our sister is she,
That loveliest lily thou greetest.
O gather and send us,’ they whispered to me,
‘And bid us bloom fragrantly near her,
To waken her smile, rejoicing to be
Thy message of comfort to cheer her.’
I said to the golden stars of night,
‘O carry my love to the Dearest!
In darkness surrounding with silver light
The Brightest, the ever Nearest!’
And watchest thou now, my own, my love,
In weary and lonely sadness?
Look up to the stars in the heaven,
They bear thee my message of gladness.
‘O carry my love to the Dearest!
In darkness surrounding with silver light
The Brightest, the ever Nearest!’
And watchest thou now, my own, my love,
In weary and lonely sadness?
Look up to the stars in the heaven,
They bear thee my message of gladness.
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