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Can friendship ask for more than this—
The smile of God thou ne'er may'st miss;
That bud to beauteous rose may grow,
Rill merge in river's peaceful flow.
The smile of God thou ne'er may'st miss;
That bud to beauteous rose may grow,
Rill merge in river's peaceful flow.
And then at last in yonder heaven,
To stream and flower may place be given,
For all that's beauteous, bright, and free,
A fitting emblem finds in thee.
To stream and flower may place be given,
For all that's beauteous, bright, and free,
A fitting emblem finds in thee.
A song for thee, thou maiden fair,
Of graceful form and shining hair,
Of birdlike voice and footstep light,
A sons for thee this festal night.
Of graceful form and shining hair,
Of birdlike voice and footstep light,
A sons for thee this festal night.
