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MAY-FLOWERS.
Tinted by mystical moonlight,
Freshened by frosty dew,
Till the fair, transparent blossoms
To their pure perfection grew.
Freshened by frosty dew,
Till the fair, transparent blossoms
To their pure perfection grew.
Then carry them home to your lady,
For Flower of the Spring is she,—
Pink and white, and dainty and slight,
And lovely as Love can be.
For Flower of the Spring is she,—
Pink and white, and dainty and slight,
And lovely as Love can be.
Shall they die because of her beauty?
Shall they live because she is sweet?
They will know the end they were born for,
But you—must wait at her feet.
Shall they live because she is sweet?
They will know the end they were born for,
But you—must wait at her feet.
