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$y Carolyn (B- Lyman 



O ! she comes in the sunshine ! 



How smiling ! how fair ! 

 From the throat of the warblers 



Her song fills the air. 



With a green, soft and trailing 



O'er hill and o'er dale ; 

 With a gown trimmed in blossoms 



A white flowing veil. 



On her cheek is the tinting, 

 The blush of peach-blow ; 



From her crown falls the petals — 

 The apple-bloom snow ! 



All the world pays her homage — 



This beautiful queen ! 

 In her robe of bright blossoms 



And soft trailing green ! 



In the bright wings now flitting 

 The sunbeams unfold — 



There's a wave of her tresses, 

 A gleaming of gold. 



Sweet ; ah sweet, her caresses — 

 The warm southern breeze, 



With her low, gentle murmur 

 Of love through the trees. 



On her breath is a fragrance, 

 Found hidden and deep 



In the heart of the wood-flowers 

 She wakens from sleep ! 



