RED CLOVER. 



CRIMSON clover I discover 



By the garden gate, 

 And the bees about 



her hover, 

 But the robins wait. 

 Sing, robins, sing, ! 

 Sing a rounde- 



lay,- 

 Tis the latest flower of 



Spring, 

 Coming with the May ! 



Crimson clover I discover 



In the open field, 

 Mellow sunlight brooding 



over, 



All her warmth revealed. 

 Sing, robins, sing, 



Tis no longer May, 

 Fuller bloom doth Sum 



mer bring, 

 Ripened thro delay ! 



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