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BLESSED LOVE.
“Love! blessed Love! if we could hang our walls with
The red coats of a thousand rosy Mays,
Surely they would not shine so well as thou dost,
Lighting our dusty days.
The red coats of a thousand rosy Mays,
Surely they would not shine so well as thou dost,
Lighting our dusty days.
“Without thee, what a dim and woeful story
Our years would be, oh, excellence sublime!
Slip of the life eternal, brightly growing
In the low soil of time!”
Our years would be, oh, excellence sublime!
Slip of the life eternal, brightly growing
In the low soil of time!”
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