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THE BLUE-BELLS OF NEW-ENGLAND.
The roses are a regal troop,
And humble folks the daisies;
But, Blue-bells of New-England,
To you I give my praises—
To you, fair phantoms in the sun,
Whom merry Spring discovers,
With blue-birds for your laureates,
And honey-bees for lovers!
And humble folks the daisies;
But, Blue-bells of New-England,
To you I give my praises—
To you, fair phantoms in the sun,
Whom merry Spring discovers,
With blue-birds for your laureates,
And honey-bees for lovers!
The south-wind breathes, and lo! ye throng
This rugged land of ours—
Methinks the pale blue clouds of May
Drop down, and turn to flowers!
By cottage doors along the roads,
You show your winsome faces,
And, like the spectre lady, haunt
The lonely woodland places.
This rugged land of ours—
Methinks the pale blue clouds of May
Drop down, and turn to flowers!
By cottage doors along the roads,
You show your winsome faces,
And, like the spectre lady, haunt
The lonely woodland places.
All night your eyes are closed in sleep,
But open at the dawning;
Such simple faith as yours can see
God's coming in the morning!
You lead me by your holiness,
To pleasant ways of duty:
You set my thoughts to melody,
You fill me with your beauty.
But open at the dawning;
Such simple faith as yours can see
God's coming in the morning!
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To pleasant ways of duty:
You set my thoughts to melody,
You fill me with your beauty.
And you are like the eyes I love,
So modest and so tender,
Just touched with morning's glorious light,
And evening's gentle splendor.
Long may the heavens give you rain,
The sunshine its caresses,
Long may the little girl I love
Entwine you in her tresses.
So modest and so tender,
Just touched with morning's glorious light,
And evening's gentle splendor.
Long may the heavens give you rain,
The sunshine its caresses,
Long may the little girl I love
Entwine you in her tresses.
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