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Naught do I see but Thee

Alone, alone at the early dawn

In Springtime with its blossoms wan

Thy glore do I gaze upon,

And naught do I see but Thee.

Alone, alone 'neath the shady trees
Midst Summers warmth I feel thy breeze,

Alas' I fall upon my knees,
And naught I see but Thee.

Alone, alone thro' the fallen leaves

That Autumn scatters and interweaves

I trod the path, sweet memory grieves,

And naught I see but Thee.

Alone, alone in the pure white snow

As the wintry winds around me blow
Firmly I stand, yet seeking to know,

And naught I see but Thee.

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