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 | The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal |  |
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‘Heather Lintie, tell me, pray,
Why you do not fly away?’
Why you do not fly away?’
Heather Lintie plumed her wing,
Sang about a happy nest,
Made with one who loved her best
In the spring.
Where beneath a boulder-stone,
In the heather all together,
Warmly nestle all her own.
Heather Lintie will not roam
From her sweet and hidden home.
So she sings, but not alone,
Loving and rejoicing.
Sang about a happy nest,
Made with one who loved her best
In the spring.
Where beneath a boulder-stone,
In the heather all together,
Warmly nestle all her own.
Heather Lintie will not roam
From her sweet and hidden home.
So she sings, but not alone,
Loving and rejoicing.
| The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | |