 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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PEACH BLOOM.
A dream in fragrant silence wrought,A blossoming of petaled thought,
A passion of these April days,—
The blush of Nature now betrays.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |
A blossoming of petaled thought,
A passion of these April days,—
The blush of Nature now betrays.