My Song To You
Come to the meadow just you only,
Where Autumn weaves her spell;
On hills and purple moorlands lonely,
Where the magic of her presence dwells.
Beneath blue skies and fields of heather,
With soft humming of honey bees.
And I'll hold you, just us two together,
To share the scent of autumn leaves.
We've time to share Asters in the meadow,
With all that we love best;
With the swallow's wings and your shadow,
And Summer's grass that built the nest.
To hold and hear the soft wind singing,
To see your hair tossed and blown;
And meet the bluebird softly winging,
Through heaven and earth, we too fly alone.
(By Elizabeth Wesley)
In memory of my sister Betty, born 75 years ago today.
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