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ਹੋਰ ਪੜੋ
We now present “Song of Love” from the book The Songs of Twilight by Victor Hugo. “If there be a velvet grassy expanse By dewdrops pearly dressed, Where through all seasons Flowers by bees care, Where one may gather, Roses, honeysuckle, lily white, I gladly would make of it a site For thy foot to rest. If there be a loving heart Where Honor rules the breast, Loyal and true in every part, That changes never molest, Eager to run its noble race, Intend to do some work of grace, I gladly would make of it a place For thy brow to rest. And if there be of love a dream Which shows, – A something sweet and blessed, – A dream that mingles, I gladly of it would make the goal Where thy mind should rest.”
