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MAY BLOSSOMS
“Good morrow!” Spring said to us all,
When boisterous winds were blowing;
But now it 's “Good day!” for it 's May—
And never a morrow can come this way
More fair and blithe than a day in May,
Or brighter than this that is going.
When boisterous winds were blowing;
But now it 's “Good day!” for it 's May—
And never a morrow can come this way
More fair and blithe than a day in May,
Or brighter than this that is going.
Now is she not lovely and true?
And is she not wise and knowing?
If it were not for her, why, what would they do—
The things that are ready for growing?
So good day to us all! for it 's May,
And never a morrow can come this way
More tender and fair than a sweet May day,
Whatever way she be going.
And is she not wise and knowing?
If it were not for her, why, what would they do—
The things that are ready for growing?
So good day to us all! for it 's May,
And never a morrow can come this way
More tender and fair than a sweet May day,
Whatever way she be going.
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