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SONG ON A DAY IN SPRING. |
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LVI. SONG ON A DAY IN SPRING.
Day that gave Cecilia birth:
Day past all a year in worth:
Thou comest well to come as now
I watch thy radiance rise:
With April smiles upon thy brow,
And tear-drops on thine eyes.
Day past all a year in worth:
Thou comest well to come as now
I watch thy radiance rise:
With April smiles upon thy brow,
And tear-drops on thine eyes.
But around and overhead
Laughing azure depths are spread:
And there the lark profuse in fleetness
Note upon note to throng,
Floats reposing on her sweetness,
And satisfied with song.
Laughing azure depths are spread:
And there the lark profuse in fleetness
Note upon note to throng,
Floats reposing on her sweetness,
And satisfied with song.
So thou cam'st with tear and smile:
And from mother's lips the while
Ran happy notes, pain-silenced long,
And sighs from anguish free:—
Till Love's own fullness hush'd the song,
And silence welcomed thee.
And from mother's lips the while
Ran happy notes, pain-silenced long,
And sighs from anguish free:—
Till Love's own fullness hush'd the song,
And silence welcomed thee.
As thou cam'st with smile and tear,
So live on, Cecilia dear;
A human life; an April day:
For thee the heavens above
An ever cloudless face display,
And all the smiles of Love.
So live on, Cecilia dear;
A human life; an April day:
For thee the heavens above
An ever cloudless face display,
And all the smiles of Love.
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