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NAOMI.
Naomi, dear bud of beauty,
Tell me where
Love is born for bliss and duty,
That my fancy may fly there.
Did you come
On a prayer or promise gliding
And with heaven in your safe hiding,
As the angels—earth has some?
You know well,
What the secret and the sources
Of the secret fires and forces;
Whisper, and I will not tell.
Tell me where
Love is born for bliss and duty,
That my fancy may fly there.
Did you come
On a prayer or promise gliding
And with heaven in your safe hiding,
As the angels—earth has some?
You know well,
What the secret and the sources
Of the secret fires and forces;
Whisper, and I will not tell.
Naomi, your name is sweetness,
Naughty strife
Must keep far from maiden meetness,
Meant as music for our life.
Your white part
Is, upon the curve of kindness,
To pour sunbeams into blindness
And to feed the hungry heart.
God has made
You, to carry His pure message,
With its broad and brighter presage
For your sisters in the shade.
Naughty strife
Must keep far from maiden meetness,
Meant as music for our life.
Your white part
Is, upon the curve of kindness,
To pour sunbeams into blindness
And to feed the hungry heart.
God has made
You, to carry His pure message,
With its broad and brighter presage
For your sisters in the shade.
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