. Sunshine and roses . LOVES VICTORY. An angel sang a song of DeathAnd lulled me in his arms, But Love came as a morning breathAnd lured me with her charms, Bidding Death bide another day To chant his dirge, in winter, gray. Bound by the cords of Love to life, I raised a drooping lid,And added strength for battles strife, To find Deaths conqueror as the angel turned from me,He bore away Lifes victory. 81 . ^^..(1^, //^?^ V c:, Her singing voice—her singing voiceSounds like the angels that rejoiceAnd lisp their happiness in wordOf cadenced love or song of bird. Her singing voice

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. Sunshine and roses . LOVES VICTORY. An angel sang a song of DeathAnd lulled me in his arms, But Love came as a morning breathAnd lured me with her charms, Bidding Death bide another day To chant his dirge, in winter, gray. Bound by the cords of Love to life, I raised a drooping lid,And added strength for battles strife, To find Deaths conqueror as the angel turned from me,He bore away Lifes victory. 81 . ^^..(1^, //^?^ V c:, Her singing voice—her singing voiceSounds like the angels that rejoiceAnd lisp their happiness in wordOf cadenced love or song of bird. Her singing voice is as the breezeThat rustles mong the swaying treesAnd croons its love song in the bowersOr stoops and kisses leaves and flowers. Her singing voice is like the lyreWith accent softer, sweeter, higher,Then dying to a silent toneObservant to Loves ear alone. Ah soft, mellifluent and sweetAs coos the baby at your feet;As rich as carol of the birdOr denizen of field or wood!

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