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" The welcome flowers are blossoming, 



In joyous troops revealed, 

 And lift their dewy buds and bells 



In garden, mead, and field ; 

 '1 hey lurk in every sunless path, 



Where forest children tread, 

 And dot, like stars, the sacred turf 



Which lies above the dead." 



OW shall we calendar the flowers ? Shall \ve 

 show how 



" The crocus blows before the shrine 

 At vernal dawn of St. Valentine " ? 



or weave a chaplet of "Marybuds" against Our Lady 



