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QUEEN OF THEM ALL.

BREATH of the wind that blows and blows,

South and west, and west and south,

Bring us a lily, bring us a rose,

Sweet with a kiss of your balmy mouth.

April has lost her golden blows

Of cowslip, crocus, daffydowndilly,

And May-buds cry, "'T is the time of the rose,

And her maid of honor, the garden lily."

One by one they have all made room,

April and May-flowers stepped aside,

Waiting for her, —the rose in bloom,

And her maid of honor dressed like a bride.