originally published on MacKenzie Lyric Poetry

Oh, run with the sun and the wind in your hair!
Before the day-star sets in the west:
Love flowers best in the wide, open air.

Behold! The noon-tide waxes not more fair
Than you, my one, as these my lines attest.
Oh, run with the sun and the wind in your hair!

Cast off what you were never meant to bear!
Let nothing take you from your pilgrim’s quest!
Love flowers best in the wide, open air.

To God surrender every earthly care
That burdens mind or heart or heavy breast.
Oh, run with the sun and the wind in your hair!

Arise with the light to life’s grand affair!
Fledge like the dawn from its far eastern nest!
Love flowers best in the wide, open air.

For, you are born by angels in my prayer,
As I by thought of you am ever blest.
Oh, run with the sun and the wind in your hair!
Love flowers best in the wide, open air.

 

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