Volume 3 — A MAY BREEZE.
Reading edition
As fragrant blooms by blushing orchard shed, When spring's advancing season ripens fast, Oh! such the blossoms which the heart has fed With all the dewy sweetness of the past. But like those winds whose stormy passage sweeps The wailing trees, yet leaves fair fruit behind, Life's changing scenes, which man still hourly weeps. Pledge fruit, than blooms more constant and more kind.
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