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Are my flowers awake, That so sweet were sleeping? See, they lift their heads, Dewy tear-drops weeping.

Has the bee come forth? At her work she's singing, To her busy hive Honied treasures bringing.

Is the linnet up? Hark! his song he raises; Let me join him too, With my morning praises.

 

Come, dear little friend, To the garden we'll go, 