When the honey-dew clings to leaves
When the honey-dew clings to leaves,
when butterflies are kissing flowers,
when every morning
there is something new and fresh to observe,
when the Godly presence
does something secret to man
and then I know that you my Darling
was specially created for me
and it's as if I find new joy
when daily I wander like a child.
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