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But, lo! the Butter Cup , in patience strong, 
Now breathes ‘Forgiveness’ of the Heart’s deep wrong. 
The graceful Elm, our country’s common boast, 
In all its pride throughout this month appears, 
With classic branches, still admired most, 
When Spring’s bright livery the forest wears, 
To every mind a noble impulse brings, 
And ‘the high virtues of the Patriot’ sings. 
Season of Flowers! bright May! thy birth we hail, 
As glad emotions thrill our grateful hearts, 
And perfume-laden breezes waft the tale 
That lingering Winter from our land departs; 
Accept our tribute on thy natal day, 
And shed thy smiles upon us, gentle May! 
