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THREE SONGS.

Could love but cheer thy gloom,

Would vie with the blushing loveliness

Of May-born apple-bloom!

III.

FLOWER AND FRUIT.A sea of fair white blossoms

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Doth surge in the morning breeze,

And a song like old-time memories,

Comes stealing through the trees.

Countless, in sooth, are the blossoms,

And sweet is the murmurous song;

But the fruit, alas! will it meet our hopes?

Can that music echo long?

F. A. T.

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