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And where she passes, the emerald grasses,
The flowering garden and glade,
Lift higher and higher each tender spire,
Of bud and blossom and blade.
And the soul of the rose is wooed to unclose,
And slip from its sheath of death,
To revel anew in the sun and the dew,
At the touch of her balmy breath.
Then drink to her health, and drink to her wealth
Of summer bloom and cheer,
As through the grasses she lightly passes,
The sweetheart of the year.
