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Show FROM "A BRIDE SONO." Through the vales to my love! Where the turf is so soft to my feet, ' And the thyme makes it sweet. And the stately foxglove Hangs silent its exquisite bells; And where water wells The greenness grows greener And bullrushes stand Round a lily to screen her. Nevertheless. If this land. Like a garden to smell and to sight. Were turned to a desert of sand. Stripped bare of delight. All its best gone to worst. For my feet no repose. And heaven like a furnace above . The desert would be As gushing waters to me. The wilderness be as a rose. If it led roe to theei O my love! , , CHRISTINA ROSSETTL |