Caroling Dusk/Paean

For works with similar titles, see Paean.
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PAEAN

Across the dewy lawn she treads Before the sun awakesWhile lush, green grasses bow their heads To kiss the tracks she makes.
The violets, in clusters, stand And stare her beauty through,And seem so happy in her hand, They know not what to do.
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She must have come whence zephyrs blow, From sprites’ or angels’ lands;Her heart is meet for God to know— Oh, heaven is where she stands!

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