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THE WREATH OF SPRING.
I rov'd in the meadows, the vales, and the bowers,
While the leaves were bespangled with dew;
And I cull'd in profusion the blossoms and flowers,
Excelling in fragrance and hue.
While the leaves were bespangled with dew;
And I cull'd in profusion the blossoms and flowers,
Excelling in fragrance and hue.
The primrose of spring in the wreath I combin'd,
And the violet modest and pale;
And there the wild roses and myrtles entwin'd,
With the lily which droops in the vale.
And the violet modest and pale;
And there the wild roses and myrtles entwin'd,
With the lily which droops in the vale.
The harebell that smiles in the dingle I sought,
Of the softest ethereal blue;
And then to Celinda the garland I brought,
While the buds were all shining in dew.
Of the softest ethereal blue;
And then to Celinda the garland I brought,
While the buds were all shining in dew.
“Oh! take the sweet flowers in their beauty,” I said,
“While yet they are lovely and gay;
“For soon, my Celinda, their bloom will be fled,
“Too early they wither away.
“While yet they are lovely and gay;
“For soon, my Celinda, their bloom will be fled,
“Too early they wither away.
“This lily so gracefully languid and fair,
“Might have faded unseen in the grove;
“Yet the balm of its odour was borne on the air,
“And it weeps in the wreath of my love.
“Might have faded unseen in the grove;
“Yet the balm of its odour was borne on the air,
“And it weeps in the wreath of my love.
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“To you, my Celinda, the rose-bud I bring,
“While its leaves are begemm'd with the dew,
“'Tis the darling of Flora, the treasure of spring;
“How lovely an emblem of you.
“While its leaves are begemm'd with the dew,
“'Tis the darling of Flora, the treasure of spring;
“How lovely an emblem of you.
“But oh! when the roses of beauty and youth,
“Like the bloom of the flower shall decay;
“The myrtle of love and perennial truth,
“Shall be smiling and fresh as in May.”
“Like the bloom of the flower shall decay;
“The myrtle of love and perennial truth,
“Shall be smiling and fresh as in May.”
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