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POEMS.
MAY-FLOWERS.
F you catch a breath of sweetness, And follow the odorous hint
Through woods where the dead leaves rustle
And the golden mosses glint,
Along the spicy sea-coast,
Over the desolate down,
You will find the dainty May-flowers
When you come to Plymouth town.
Over the desolate down,
You will find the dainty May-flowers
When you come to Plymouth town.
Where the shy Spring tends her darlings,
And hides them away from sight,
Pull off the covering leaf-sprays
And gather them, pink and white,
And hides them away from sight,
Pull off the covering leaf-sprays
And gather them, pink and white,
