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His left hand, in heat of noonday

His left hand, in heat of noonday,
          Lovingly my head upholds,
And his right hand, filled with blessings,
          Tenderly my soul enfolds,
I adjure you, nature’s darlings,
     Beautiful in field and grove,
     Stir not up, till he be willing,
Him who is my glorious Love.

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