C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Song: Love and harmony combine
By William Blake (17571827)
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And around our souls entwine,
While thy branches mix with mine
And our roots together join.
Chirping loud and singing sweet;
Like gentle streams beneath our feet,
Innocence and virtue meet.
I am clad in flowers fair;
Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,
And the turtle buildeth there.
Sweet I hear her mournful song;
And thy lovely leaves among,
There is Love: I hear his tongue.
There he sleeps the night away,
There he sports along the day,
And doth among our branches play.