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FAIRER THAN VIOLETS ARE
Fairer than violets are
That blossom in the virgin Spring,
More sweet than the song of birds
When first of love they sing,
A gift of pure and perfect worth,
She came to this our darkened earth
A smile of God to bring:
She came that we might lay
Our griefs, submissive, 'neath the sod;
She came that light might beam
From every path she trod;
She came that memory might confer
Blessing and hope, for, knowing her,
We know the love of God.
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