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While I look and love your lilies, they are mine!
 * Golden hearts and waxen whiteness,
 * Fragrance rich and fairy lightness—

While my soul feeds on your lilies, they are mine.

Your nasturtiums nod ‘good-morning’ as 1 pass.
 * All your garden glows in greeting ;
 * All your flowers in merry meeting

Give me fellowship and friendship as I pass

While your baby smiles upon me she is mine.
 * Mine in all her dainty dearness,
 * In her sweet and tender nearness,

Laughter-lit and dimple-dented, she is mine!

There are jewels in the sky and in the gram
 * There is gold at sunset gleaming,
 * Silver in the moonlight streaming—

Precious things from arching sky to lowlj grass. V. Thanks be to the Giver, all arc mine! As each morn in light is breaking, From His hand my cup I’m taking, And enjoying all His riches—freely mine.