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V.
ALL IN ALL.
No delights are delightful
But only what Love gives,
And there is no sweet, sweet country
But only where Love lives.
But only what Love gives,
And there is no sweet, sweet country
But only where Love lives.
Often with tender frowning
He comes to us for grace;
So morning seeks the kiss of the sun
With her wings about her face!
He comes to us for grace;
So morning seeks the kiss of the sun
With her wings about her face!
Pillows downy with broideries
Of swans are not so fair
As any lowly bed of moss
That Love will agree to share.
Of swans are not so fair
As any lowly bed of moss
That Love will agree to share.
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He now under palace windows
His pipe for a queen doth play,
And now for a village maid he trails
A sheephook all the day.
His pipe for a queen doth play,
And now for a village maid he trails
A sheephook all the day.
Pitiful, poor little flowers, would
I could gather you out of the dew,
For the wind and the rain are fantasies,
And nothing but Love is true.
I could gather you out of the dew,
For the wind and the rain are fantasies,
And nothing but Love is true.
Daisy, daffodil, red-leaved rose,
Lily that never spun,
What lives you would live, what joy you could give,
If Love could be your sun.
Lily that never spun,
What lives you would live, what joy you could give,
If Love could be your sun.
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