By the spring that shines so clare

By the spring that shines so clear
By the flower that blossoms near
And every day — and every year
My life, and soul, I love thee

By the spring in shine and gloom
By the flower and its perfume
Thou art to me perpetual Bloom
My life, and soul, I love thee

By the sunbeams as I pass
By the wild flower in the grass
Thou art to me the bonniest lass
And fondly do I love thee

I love thee more than words pretend
Thou dearer than the dearest friend
And when my pilgrimage shall end
In heaven I hope to love thee
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