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MY FLOWER OF FLOWERS.
I
Far, far away, where the valleys are fair and green,And the Suir murmurs down its castles and wild woods between,
And the beautiful hills shine grand in the sunset hours,
With a heart full of sorrow I first met my flower of flowers.
II
With grief in my heart—but sorrow is ne'er so sadBut fondness can lighten and true-love can make it glad;
And fondness and true love I found by the Suir's green bowers,
When I pledged her my troth and worshipped my flower of flowers.
III
Oh! fair is the rose that smiles in Anner's green dale,And modest and pure is the lily so pearly and pale,
And the eyebright shines like a star from Heaven's blue towers:
But fairer to me is my beautiful flower of flowers.
IV
My heart's like a golden temple of fairylandSince I first saw my love with her face so bright and bland,
And the world seems a path where never a dark cloud lowers—
For the sun that shines o'er is my beautiful flower of flowers.
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