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SELECTIONS FROM BLAKE'S WRITINGS.
SONG.
Love 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.
There his charm'd nest he doth lay,
There he sleeps the night away,
There he sports along the day,
And doth among our branches play.
