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I. NOT A SUMMER FRIEND WOULD STAY.

My garden once displayed
Each fair leaf'd summer flow'r,
And fragrant tendrils made
A curtain for my bow'r.
They are gone! they are gone!
It will never more be gay;
When I lost the bright sun,
Not a summer bud would stay!
My garden has been full
Of friends in former hours,
Who gaily came to cull
The fairest of my flow'rs.
They are gone! they are gone!
It will never more be gay,
When I lost the bright sun,
Not a summer friend would stay!