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MAIDEN MAY.

OH, what s the day, and where s the way

That brought you hither, sweeting?

The hills were brown as you came down,

The skies with tears were greeting.

But as you pass, the sodden grass

Takes on a sudden splendor;

And April dries her weeping eyes,

Then smiles in sweet surrender.

Oh, whereaway did you delay;

In what near nook, my sweeting,

Did slyly stand, so close at hand,

While April stood a-greeting?