Syllabus . the song of rushes strongAnd reared in dewy bowers, I -vvorship thee, my queen of queenly flowers. I traced thee, fair, by scented airAnd brilliant colors glowing ; A sceptered head with jewels spread,To kneeling minions throwing Thy perfume rare, which fairies bearOn breezes gently blowing. Ah, fleur-de-lis, my soul to thee In admiration bending;With beauty rare beyond compare, Thy beauty rare, is blending ;While from above, the thrilling love Of beauty is descending. The thoughts of thee, my fleur-de-lis,Like brilliant light-beams glowing, Illume my mind, until I

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Syllabus . the song of rushes strongAnd reared in dewy bowers, I -vvorship thee, my queen of queenly flowers. I traced thee, fair, by scented airAnd brilliant colors glowing ; A sceptered head with jewels spread,To kneeling minions throwing Thy perfume rare, which fairies bearOn breezes gently blowing. Ah, fleur-de-lis, my soul to thee In admiration bending;With beauty rare beyond compare, Thy beauty rare, is blending ;While from above, the thrilling love Of beauty is descending. The thoughts of thee, my fleur-de-lis,Like brilliant light-beams glowing, Illume my mind, until I findThy beauty ever growing. And mind and soul, a perfect wholeUnite, thy beauty knowing. Then she will be my who my soul is thrilling With perfect love like that above,My being quick oerfilling; In every chime of fleeting timeLifes essence sweet instilling. John C Singleton 253. li> Xiterar^

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