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lovely years are hers As the spring conies flooding in And April's magic is akin To that dear wistfulness which blurs Her eyes when Love too deeply stirs Her heart; and when the flowers begin Nineteen lovely years are hers As the spring comes flooding in.
 * Perfect girlhood still confers

Its grace upon her; but within Like strains from a far violin Her soul hears gentler messengers, For April-womanhood is hers As the spring comes flooding in.