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Thou maiden, charming most of all, O Thou, world’s greatest treasure, In Thee I found my sweet delight, Thou art my cherished pleasure.

Thou art as pure as morning drops That come from heaven’s dewing And graceful as the turtle dove When she her song is cooing.

Thou art fair as the lily white That in sweet odor guises And noble as the morning star-- The day dawns as she rises.