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A bit of Heaven's blue come down Spread in deep profusion on the ground, Undulating Sweeping tides 'neath soft green trees, Spilling To please the eye and tease The hungry, yearning heart For Home - a promise fair Of Heaven's peace And beautiful a sight In our brief Spring And fragrance. In cloud or sun Coaxing the soul to leap In boundless joy, free. Bright blue beauty, Heaven's smile Spilled by the Artist's Hand To delight you and me |

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