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BLACKBERRY BLOOMS.
O the scent of the blackberry blooms!
Sweeter than breezes from Araby!
It comes to my senses wherever I roam
Through the sun-kissed regions of Arcady!

Under the spreading forest trees,
Gaily I jaunt in my one-horse shay,
Sniffing the incense laden breeze,
Sweeter far than breath of May.

Violets yellow and white and blue,
Sprinkle the forest sod,
Sweetest flower that ever grew,
In regions still untrod.

But 0, the sweet white blackberry flowers
That bloom in the Michigan woods!
Naught could replace this friend of ours
In the forest solitudes.



OH TO BE IN MICHIGAN.
Oh to be in Michigan, now that May is here!
When the shrilling note of the robin is the earliest sound we hear,
And orchard-blossoms like the snow, are billowing far and near!

Oh to be in Michigan in the glad days of July!
When the crickets chirp, and grasshoppers whir under a cloudless sky;
And the sweet white blackberry blossoms in the wildwood meet the eye!

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