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Apple-blossom. 
“ The apple-blossoms’ shower of pearl, 
Though blent with rosier hue— 
As beautiful as woman’s blush, 
As evanescent too. 
“ On every bough there is a bud, 
In every bud a flower ; 
But scarcely bud or flower will last 
Beyond the present hour. 
“ Now comes a shower cloud o’er the sky, 
Then all again sunshine; 
Then clouds again, but brightened with 
The rainbow’s coloured line. 
“ Ay, this, this is the month for me! 
I could not love a scene 
Where the blue sky was always blue. 
The green earth always green.” 
