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Voice Of The Turtle

My beloved spoke and said to me,

Rise up, my love, my fair one and come away.

For, lo, the winter is past,

The rain is over and gone;

The flowers appear on the earth;

The time of the singing of birds is come,

And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.



My beloved is mine and I am his:
He feeds among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved,
And be like a roe
or a young hart
Upon the mountains of Bether.



By King Solomon of Israel






Thanks to Gran's Front Porch
for the beautiful forest scene



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