| The Sculptor's Hand |
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| Mountain Music |
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| Morning Glories |
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| I give thee my hand, rare spirit of beauty and splendour |
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| Such was the woman's prayer—God's mighty daughter |
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| Where Sargon, Genghis and Kaiser have |
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| She wakes! She comes! The earth is flower-fragrant |
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| Night |
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| Come, my loved one, to the feast |
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| Her blue eyes deepened into sapphire tender |
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