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Dedication.
TO A MEMORY SACRED FOREVER, THIS VOLUME IS NOW INSCRIBED. APRIL, 1881.
When last the maple bud was swelling,
When last the crocus bloom'd below,
Thy heart to mine its love was telling,
Thy soul with mine kept ebb and flow:—
Again the maple bud is swelling,
Again the crocus blooms below;
In heaven thy heart its love is telling,
But still our souls keep ebb and flow.
When last the crocus bloom'd below,
Thy heart to mine its love was telling,
Thy soul with mine kept ebb and flow:—
Again the maple bud is swelling,
Again the crocus blooms below;
In heaven thy heart its love is telling,
But still our souls keep ebb and flow.
When last the April bloom was flinging
Sweet odors on the air of Spring,
In forest-aisles thy voice was ringing,
Where thou with bird and brook didst sing:—
Again the April bloom is flinging
Sweet odors on the air of Spring;
But now in heaven thy voice is ringing,
Where thou dost with the angels sing.
Sweet odors on the air of Spring,
In forest-aisles thy voice was ringing,
Where thou with bird and brook didst sing:—
Again the April bloom is flinging
Sweet odors on the air of Spring;
But now in heaven thy voice is ringing,
Where thou dost with the angels sing.
April 1854.
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