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THE BONNY BRIDELAND FLOWER.
In the Brideland sleeping,
Nestled Beauty's Flower;
Came the Lover peeping
Into her green bower;
On her face hung tender
As a drop of dew;
With her virgin splendour
Thrilling through and through.
Nestled Beauty's Flower;
Came the Lover peeping
Into her green bower;
On her face hung tender
As a drop of dew;
With her virgin splendour
Thrilling through and through.
Now, the shy, sweet maiden
Softly droops her head:
All her heart is laden
With his coming tread!
Now the new dawn breaketh
In a blush of bliss;
The Belovèd waketh
At her Troth-love's kiss.
Softly droops her head:
All her heart is laden
With his coming tread!
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In a blush of bliss;
The Belovèd waketh
At her Troth-love's kiss.
In our dull gray weather
We have seen her bloom;
Fain as Exiles gather
Round some flower from Home;
Seen the face that never
Fades away, but gleams,
With its still smile, ever
Through the land of Dreams.
We have seen her bloom;
Fain as Exiles gather
Round some flower from Home;
Seen the face that never
Fades away, but gleams,
With its still smile, ever
Through the land of Dreams.
Fair befall the bonny,
Bonny Brideland flower!
All things dear and sunny
Bless her bridal bower!
Truest love e'er given
Feed her new life-root;
And thou God in heaven,
Crown the flower with fruit.
Bonny Brideland flower!
All things dear and sunny
Bless her bridal bower!
Truest love e'er given
Feed her new life-root;
And thou God in heaven,
Crown the flower with fruit.
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