If God hath told me soft from His own lips,
From throne of angelic white cloud and thunder,
That one day I would meet such a sweet girl
That by just one glance into beautiful eyes,
Would freeze my spine and set my heart a-race,
I would have laughed and made such a jest.
Yet now, when I look into your quiet eyes
And feel the chill on my back, the pulsating of my heart,
I’d tell Him that He said nothing of the part
Where my spirits are lifted to His Heaven,
And my love is set only on her wondrous smile.
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