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GOLDEN FOXGLOVES
Golden foxgloves
Talking to me;
Whispering still
Of heaven's blest din.
Golden foxgloves
Speaking softly;
The beauty
Of Paradise calls me.
Golden foxgloves:
Your memory mingles
With everlasting deals
In absent eternal reality.
Golden foxgloves
Trumpeting at will:
Your leaves amaze my encounter
With your loveliness, and splendor and power.
Golden; I mean golden;
Brightly golden
And loveably yellow,
Expressing dimensions of glory.
Golden foxgloves
Inviting the congress
Eminent of power
Calling the Kings.
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GOLDEN FOXGLOVES
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