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A wreath of fair flowers the maid

Had gathered all wild on the lea,

And wove in a fanciful braid,

She smiling presented to me.

'O yes,' whispered I in her ear,

'This chain I may venture to take;

But that of your beauty, I fear,

Will not be so easy to break.'

Hark, echo!—Hark; echo!

'Tis the sound

Of archangels, in happiness wrapt.