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WHEN LILACS WAVE.
When lilacs wave their plumes in purple pride,
And dandelions star the country side,
And the trim catbird, in her garrulous quest,
Seeks straws and feathers for her careless nest,
Which seemingly she does not try to hide—
And dandelions star the country side,
And the trim catbird, in her garrulous quest,
Seeks straws and feathers for her careless nest,
Which seemingly she does not try to hide—
The redbreast's songs are jubilant and sweet,
The tender grass is velvet to the feet,
And nightmare Care sits lightlier on the breast,
When lilacs wave.
The tender grass is velvet to the feet,
And nightmare Care sits lightlier on the breast,
When lilacs wave.
The almond swings its wands of rosy-white,
The scarlet tulips trim their torches bright,
The crocuses, in gold and purple drest,
Wake, fresh and perfect, from their winter rest—
And love is heaven, and life is all delight,
When lilacs wave.
The scarlet tulips trim their torches bright,
The crocuses, in gold and purple drest,
Wake, fresh and perfect, from their winter rest—
And love is heaven, and life is all delight,
When lilacs wave.
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