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THOUGH THE SUMMER MAY HAVE ROSES.
Though the Summer may have roses
That outshine the buds of spring,
Deeper shadows in the forest,
Blither birds upon the wing:
When I see a bright spring morning
After long—long days of gloom;
Summer seems to sport around me
In his infancy of bloom!
That outshine the buds of spring,
Deeper shadows in the forest,
Blither birds upon the wing:
When I see a bright spring morning
After long—long days of gloom;
Summer seems to sport around me
In his infancy of bloom!
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Oh 'tis sad to see the splendor
Of the Summer pass away;
When the night is always stealing
Precious moments from the day:
But in Spring each lengthen'd evening
Tempts us farther off from home;
And if Summer has more beauty,
All that beauty is to come!
Of the Summer pass away;
When the night is always stealing
Precious moments from the day:
But in Spring each lengthen'd evening
Tempts us farther off from home;
And if Summer has more beauty,
All that beauty is to come!
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