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COWSLIPS.
The children run and leap
By a most heavenly hill.
And I will give you the Keys of Heaven
To use as you will.
By a most heavenly hill.
And I will give you the Keys of Heaven
To use as you will.
The keys are small and sweet;
Gold keys from a girdle swung;
The cowslip opens the Gates of Heaven
To the pure and the young.
Gold keys from a girdle swung;
The cowslip opens the Gates of Heaven
To the pure and the young.
The children are gold and white—
Gold heads the mothers have kissed;
The children carry the Keys of Heaven
Swung at the wrist.
Gold heads the mothers have kissed;
The children carry the Keys of Heaven
Swung at the wrist.
Children, why would ye go?
Here is a heavenly land.
The children swinging the Keys of Heaven
Slip from your hand.
Here is a heavenly land.
The children swinging the Keys of Heaven
Slip from your hand.
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Is it not heaven enough
Here for a little while?
The children kissing the Keys of Heaven
Listen and smile.
Here for a little while?
The children kissing the Keys of Heaven
Listen and smile.
The children are white as snow;
They walk in gold to their knees.
The children who hold the Keys of Heaven
Go where they please.
They walk in gold to their knees.
The children who hold the Keys of Heaven
Go where they please.
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