Roger Quilter - Who Is Silvia?

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Who is Silvia? what is she?
That all our Swaines commend her?
Holy, faire, and wise is she
The heavens such grace did lend her
That she might admired be

Is she kinde as she is faire?
For beauty lives with kindnesse:
Love doth to her eyes repaire
To helpe him of his blindnesse:
And being help'd, inhabits there

Then to Silvia, let us sing
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortall thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling
To her let us Garlands bring

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