Ah, Happy, Happy Boughs Lyrics by Ben Moore
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time
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Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie;
I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul