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sylvan and sacred. By the Rev. Richard Wilton

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IN SUNSHINE SWEET.
 
 
 
 
 


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IN SUNSHINE SWEET.

In sunshine sweet the happy bee,
From Winter's weary durance free,
Hums as it sips the nectar fine
From golden cups of celandine,
And fills the air with vernal glee.
And yet a sadness creeps o'er me,
Born of that slender minstrelsy,
A shadow of regret is mine
In sunshine sweet.
The bee may roam o'er wood and lea,
And murmur blithe round flower and tree,
But with its music I entwine
Pathetic thoughts of auld lang syne—
Dear faces I no more shall see
In sunshine sweet.