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The tender Earth that smiles when kissed by Spring; / The flowers; the budding woods; the birds that sing / The Summer's song her spirit to me bring.
The meadows cool that breathe their fragrant myrrh; / Deep, placid pools that little breezes blur; / Soft-tinkling springs speak to my heart of her.
Heaven's purple towers upon the horizon's rim; / The dove that mourns upon his lonely limb, / Fill my soul's cup with memories to its brim.
In evening's calm when in the quiet skies, / The lustrous, silent, tender stars uprise, / I feel the holy influence of her eyes.
That deeper hour when Night with Dawn is blent, / And Silence stirs, its languors well-nigh spent, / I hear her gently sigh with sweet content.
I hear young children laughing in the street: / Catch rays of sunshine from them as we meet, / And smile content to know what makes them sweet.
Yea, everywhere, in every righteous strife, / I find her spirit's fragrant influence rife, / Like Mary's precious spikenard sweetening Life.