Into this chain of thine.

One day I learned at cost of pain

Among the shadows dim,

Thy gift of violets, Oh! God

Their fragrance cutting in.

I set apart one hallowed day

Forever dear to me.

Because thou taughtest me to love

A flowering apple tree.{19}

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And since I’ve older grown and drawn

To solitudes apart,

I find I cannot tell the Lord

All that is in my heart.

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Evermore

Then I go on from here I’ll take

The ever pleasant memory of a lake.

I’ll tightly lock within my spirit breast

The picture of a grim old mountain’s crest.

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