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AS the sun-beams with amber tinge shine Through the sheaves that responsive are growing. Thy heart lends a glad hue to mine, In Love's golden bloom ever growing. Thy radiance with Love's ripening powers, In the gleam of warm glances alluring, Endows me with fruitage and flowers Of a Sweetness' and fragrance enduring. O Love, may thy vital rays' glow Like the sun-beams' their saffron diffusing - All thy tints on my being bestow, My life-growths forever suffusing! |
| JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY | CONTENTS | TO CONVALESCENCE |
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