 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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MEMORY.
Lo, the Blossom to the BeeYields not more than thou to me—
Food for Love to live upon
When the summer days are gone,
Poorer than they came, to find
What was sweetest, left behind.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |
Yields not more than thou to me—
Food for Love to live upon
When the summer days are gone,
Poorer than they came, to find
What was sweetest, left behind.