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I see her in the blooming field, / Where winds sport in the grass, / And petals of the Summer yield / Sweet perfumes to my lass.
I see her gather flowers so bright, / They almost match her face, / Whose rapture is my soul's delight -- / There I shall find God's grace.
Ah, grace of mercy to me flows / When I look in her eyes; / Her soul of love and beauty glows, / And my life sanctifies.
She is so simple in her joys, / So childlike in her ways; / When she the golden hour employs, / In off'ring nature praise.
She lifts the roots to plant again, / In some sequestered spot, / Where they may know a fairer reign, / And beautify her plot --
There, thrive from culture of her hand, / Aim to engage her smile, / Delight in blooming o'er the land / Where she will tread the while.
So God His wonders has revealed / Through her, what growth can be, / And in the process I am healed / Of blindness, and can see
That all the fields and woods are full, / Of glories rich and rare -- / When she a little flower will pull, / And set it in her hair.