Teach me to blot regrets,。，
Warning the valleys with a mellow roar。，
Red rose and white in the garden;。，When you're next to blaspheming, it's best to be mum.
Yet sinner ne'er suffer'd like that little lass.。，Or mounting the sea-horses blew
Bless them, mother of kindness!。，Of far-off ocean, I was 'ware
Last sunset by; and going sow'd a glance.。，The birds are dreamily piping.
The bridegroom he hung at midnight by the bier:。，
She saw how her body grow freckled and foul:。，That over the water swayed.
And the bird sings over the roses.。，Red rose and white in the garden;
A golden harp lost strings; a crimson shell。，Until I have opened my bosom to thee:
O Margaret! my bride and saint!。，She heard from the woods the hooting owl:
I touch the outlines, shrinking;。，Who chant unto the Lord their God;
Trunk to trunk and limb to limb,。，Loved, enjoyed, her gifts must be,
A sea that has cast us pale on the beach;。，Along the gloom-horizon holloa'd;
Red rose and white in the garden;。，
With one incessant drowning screech.。，Whose pressure is darkness to me;
He does, and in some sort of way they're His tools.。，Shining a moment, and mixed
，。，Why the Lord can permit them, we're still in the dark;