LOVE IS KIND ET 



It is sweet in the silent woods, among 



Gay crowds, or in any place 

 To hear voice, to gaze on her young 



Confiding face. 



For ever may roses divinely blow, 



And wine-dark pansies charm 

 By the prim box path where I felt the glow 



Of her dimpled, trusting arm, 

 And the sweep of her silk as she turn'd and 

 smiled 



A smile as pure as her pearls; 

 The breeze was in love with the darling Child, 



As it moved her curls. 



She show'd me her ferns and woodbine-sprays, 



Foxglove and jasmine stars, 

 A mist of blue in the beds, a blaze 



Of red in the celadon jars: 

 And velvety bees in convolvulus bells, 



And roses of bountiful June 

 Oh, who would think their summer spells 



Could die so soon! 



For a glad song came from the milking shed, 

 On a wind of the summer south, 



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