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 | [Poems by Payne in] John Howard Payne ... his life and writings |  |
But, lovely May! although thy smile
Turns deserts into rosy bow'rs;
Beams forth such raptures as beguile
The wretched of their gloomiest hours;
Turns deserts into rosy bow'rs;
Beams forth such raptures as beguile
The wretched of their gloomiest hours;
| [Poems by Payne in] John Howard Payne ... his life and writings | |