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GARDEN MUSINGS.
Ah, what a sadness wells within our soulWhilst loitering in garden where erewhile
We used to hold sweet interchange of thought
With a dearly lovèd lost one; and to know
Such days are dead for ever! That for us,
Though May-time blossoms make the orchard trees
Most beauteous to behold, and every sense
In bliss is saturated by the wealth
Of Nature's charms profusely spread around,
There yet remains enthroned within our heart
A deep, dull void, which nought on earth can fill.
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