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 SYDNEY DOBELL

Then came the wind-flower In the valley left behind, As a wounded maiden, pale With purple streaks of woe, When the battle has roll'd by Wanders to and fro, So totter'd she, Dishevell'd in the wind.

��Then came the daisies, On the first of May, Like a banner'd show's advance While the crowd runs by the way,

With ten thousand flowers about them they came trooping through the fields.

As a happy people come,

So came they,

As a happy people come

When the war has rolPd away,

With dance and tabor, pipe and drum,

And all make holliday.

��Then came the cow-slip,

Like a dancer in the fair,

She spread her little mat of green,

And on it danced she.

With a fillet bound about her brow,

A fillet round her happy brow,

A golden fillet round her brow,

And rubies in her hair.

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