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When Spring-time Cometh On.
WHEN SPRING-TIME COMETH ON.
When Spring-time cometh on,—
When the first wind-flower lifts its fragile head,
And purple violets faintest perfume shed,
And earth her robe shall don
Of emerald velvet, sewn with dots of gold,
Shall I thy face behold?
When the first wind-flower lifts its fragile head,
And purple violets faintest perfume shed,
And earth her robe shall don
Of emerald velvet, sewn with dots of gold,
Shall I thy face behold?
When Spring-time comes again,
When fruit-trees deck themselves in bridal white,
And bush and shrub with living bloom are bright,
And the soft, gentle rain
Falls on the wold and droppeth in the mere,
Wilt thou be here?
When fruit-trees deck themselves in bridal white,
And bush and shrub with living bloom are bright,
And the soft, gentle rain
Falls on the wold and droppeth in the mere,
Wilt thou be here?
When Autumn shall have sway,
When golden-rod and purple aster show
In beauty where the maples deepest glow
When golden-rod and purple aster show
In beauty where the maples deepest glow
