Full well I loveth thee,

For thee I died, so do not hide

So far away from me,

But look beyond this vale of tears,

With faith’s unerring light,

Roses you’ll see mid garlands free

Along your path so bright.

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EASTER MORN.

From the garden fair of heaven,

Like dewdrops from the skies

Falls the perfume of a flower

That is now in paradise.

May the essence of his virtues

Steal softly o’er the dawn,

Dispelling all the shadows grey

As on that Easter morn.

As captives here we may languish

All peace will soar away,

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