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The heavens are replete with stars As spring time is with daisies; Thus everything in God’s great world For love has its own praises.

The violet’s replete with scent And dew in little blossom, And that dear nightingale sings love From overflowing bosom.

The heavens are replete with stars, With blazing lights all sweeping, And here on earth the living men Are singing and are weeping.