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Here runs the highway to the town;
 There the green lane descends,
Through which I walked to church with thee,
 O gentlest of my friends!

The shadow of the linden-trees
 Lay moving on the grass;
Between them and the moving boughs,
 A shadow, thou didst pass.

Thy dress was like the lilies,
 And thy heart as pure as they:
One of God's holy messengers
 Did walk with me that day.

I saw the branches of the trees
 Bend down thy touch to meet,
The clover-blossoms in the grass
 Rise up to kiss thy feet.