A Song in Spring. [Thomas S. Jones, Jr.]

O little buds all bourgeoning with Spring,

You hold my winter in forgetfulness;

Without my window lilac branches swing,

Within my gate I hear a robin sing --

O little laughing blooms that lift and bless!

So blow the breezes in a soft caress,

Blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing;

O little merry buds in dappled dress,

You fill my heart with very wantonness --

O little buds all bourgeoning with Spring!

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