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My heart and my steps both grow light as I bound O'er the green grass that covers thy beautiful ground; And joy o'er my thoughts, like the sun o'er the leaves, A blessing in giving and taking receives.

I have heap'd up thy flowers, the wild and the sweet, As if fresh from the touch of the night-elfin's feet; A bough from thy oak, and a sprig from thy broom,— I take them as keepsakes to tell of thy bloom.

Their green leaves may droop, and their colours may flee, As if dying with sorrow at parting from thee;