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TO LITTLE JEANNE.
Though the winter tempests beat
Down the uplands airy,
Here's Maybloom and Meadowsweet
For thy crown, my fairy.
Down the uplands airy,
Here's Maybloom and Meadowsweet
For thy crown, my fairy.
No such flowers, you'll say, have smiled
In the dells or round them,
Yet quite close at hand, dear child,
Have I sought and found them.
In the dells or round them,
Yet quite close at hand, dear child,
Have I sought and found them.
In my heart those blooms were shrined,
And my love, unchary,
Was the gardener, fond and kind,
Cu'lld them for my fairy.
And my love, unchary,
Was the gardener, fond and kind,
Cu'lld them for my fairy.
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See, I twine them in thy hair,
Round thy brow I wreathe them,
And I kiss the forehead fair
And dear eyes beneath them.
Round thy brow I wreathe them,
And I kiss the forehead fair
And dear eyes beneath them.
And I pray, God bless thee, child!
Pray, God's love enfold thee!
Keep thee pure and keep thee mild,
Cherish and uphold thee!
Pray, God's love enfold thee!
Keep thee pure and keep thee mild,
Cherish and uphold thee!
So, when Life's wild tempests beat
Round thee, dark and dreary,
Still Maybloom and Meadowsweet
Shall be thine, my fairy.
Round thee, dark and dreary,
Still Maybloom and Meadowsweet
Shall be thine, my fairy.
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