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 THE • YEAR'S • AT • THE • SPRING

Holly-bush, holly-bush, help me in my task,

A pocketful of berries is all the alms I ask:

A pocketful of berries to thread in golden strands

(I would not go a-visiting with nothing in my hands).

So fine will be the rosy chains, so gay, so glossy bright,

They'll set the realms of Fairyland all dancing with delight.

ROSE FYLEMAN 106