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Show Song. I sang to thee of love when dawn's firsl bea in Received Aurora's golden touch from day. And birds' sweet symphonies awoke th morn. When first I sang to thee of love's fond lay. I sang to thee of love as daylight died. And purple shadows melted into night, While from the wood the nightingale's clear voice Awoke and thrilled my soul with sat? delight. 1 sang to thee of love, and singing fell The answering hills and valleys breathe the same, Or was It but the echoes from my heart? When first I sang to thee in love'a dear name. Millicent C. Hutchison. |