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When she walks to the flowery pathways, and this designs the earth to bliss,
The lilies glow with ivory
as her lithesome gracefulness

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Her voice us a wonderful symphony 
of 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 below
I shall have tasted of heaven's bliss,