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 my lover abides, I abide,

When absent, I summon him near;

far, to hispresence I glide,

For him all my jewels I wear.

he seek the green vale—does he lead

His charger to graze and to rest?

I gather the grass for his steed,

The freshest and greenest best.

evening with him I retreat

To the pear-tree, and gathering there

The corn-ears, he binds round the wheat,

Till labour hath brighten'd his hair.

! sweet mother mine,

Gold is that heart of thine: