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BLOSSOM TIME—Continued. 
bough and branch, or falling down in showers. The air is in a mist, I think, and scarce knows which to 
mes - sages sped through the leaf-lit ways. And just beyond the wreathed aisles that end against the 
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wealth of sun in an - y sha - dy place. It seemed I heard the flutt’ring robes of 
things were asked, and holy love re - plied. And something thro’ the sunlight said: “ Let 
** ^ Cho .— There's a wed - ding in the orchard, dear, I 
maidens clad in white. The clasp ing of a thousand hands in ten - der - est de - light, 
all who love be blest! The earth is wedded to the spring, and God, He knowetli best.” 
