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Mabel and Dora
ON THEIR BRINGING ME SOME PRIMROSES AFTER EVENSONG
Sweet gifts they bring—that darling pair,
As side by side to Evening Prayer
They carry golden tufts of Spring,
Young Love's unprompted offering
To him who leads the worship there.
As side by side to Evening Prayer
They carry golden tufts of Spring,
Young Love's unprompted offering
To him who leads the worship there.
With Nature's charm of dark or fair,
And varied glow of streaming hair,
And eyes that harmless lightnings fling,
Sweet gifts they bring.
And varied glow of streaming hair,
And eyes that harmless lightnings fling,
Sweet gifts they bring.
But Grace can show a charm more rare,
When those dear innocents prepare
Their simple words to pray or sing,
Which, as to Heaven their way they wing,
An angel whispers through the air,
“Sweet gifts they bring!”
When those dear innocents prepare
Their simple words to pray or sing,
Which, as to Heaven their way they wing,
An angel whispers through the air,
“Sweet gifts they bring!”
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