O, have you blessed, behind the stars, The blue sheen in the skies, When June the roses round her calls? -
Then do you know the light that falls From her beloved eyes.
And have you felt the sense of peace That morning meadows give? -
Then do you know the spirit of grace, The angel abiding in her face, Who makes it good to live.
She shines before me, hope and dream, So fair, so still, so wise, That, winning her, I seem to win Out of the dust and drive and din A nook of Paradise.
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