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When she walks the flowery pathways,
and thus deigns the earth to bless,
The lilies glow with envy
at her lithesome gracefulness

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Her voice is a wonderful symphony
Of the songs that Nature sings;
The lilt of birds, the babble of brooks,
and the murmur of unseen things

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We have heard that heaven is beautiful,
And a place where we all should go,
But who would vault the starry skies
When such angels move below?

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Then give me old West Virginia,
And the love of a girl like this,
and, tho, I finally go to the realms [[strikethrough]] beb [[/strikethrough]] below
I shall have tasted of heaven's bliss.