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My gentle Bertha, have you not a smile For an old friend to-night?

My very kindest, if you did but know The happiness of one familiar face. Let us rest here awhile, the open air Is so refreshing in its natural sweetness. My head is dizzy with excess of light; Let us but join with looks the festival Awhile from this alcove.

How miser-like The wealth of spring is heap'd! Say, are not these Among your favourite flowers?