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Thy soul's a fountain, crystal clear,
With lilies set about,
Where rainbow bubbles, like thy mirth,
Go dancing in and out.


The shadows that thy spirit knows,
Are cast by seraph's wings,
Thou seemest in this sunny air,
The soul of happy things.


Hid in the azure robe of June,
We found thee, darling one,
The last, the best, most perfect rose,
She left beneath the sun.