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OVE and harmony combine And around our souls entwine, While thy branches mix with mine And our roots together join.

Joys upon our branches sit Chirping loud and singing sweet; Like gentle streams beneath our feet Innocence and virtue meet.

Thou the golden fruit dost bear, I am clad in flowers fair; Thy sweet boughs perfume the air, And the turtle buildeth there.

There she sits and feeds her young, Sweet I hear her mournful song; And thy lovely leaves among There is love; I hear his tongue.


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