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But oh! thou gentle summer, 
If I greet thy flowers once more, 
Bring me again the buoyancy 
Wherewith my soul should soar ! 
eae, 
Give me to hail thy sunshine, 
With song and spirit free ; 
Or in purer air than this 
May that next meeting be! 
van LINES, i 
ON RECEIVING A BRANCH OF MEZEREOR. 
Ovours of spring, my sense ye charm, 
pt With fragrance premature, 
And, ’mid these days of dark alarm, 
Almost to hope allure. Hi 
Methinks with purpose soft ye come, Hy 
To tell of brighter hours, 
Of May’s blue skies, abundant bloom, 
Her sunny gales and showers. 
Alas! for me shall May in vain 
The power of life restore ; 
Those eyes that weep and watch in pain, 
Shall see her charms no more. 


