SONG OF MhT.

BY CATHARINE ALLAN.
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BY CATHARINE ALLAN.
The month of flowers is here at last,


Chill winds and storms are o'er,
The trees no longer in the blast


Rock on the wintry shore!
And caging March has passed away,


And April with its showers
Then welcome in the blushlng May,


The month OF song and flowers!
The birds are pairing in the wood,


the buds are softly stirred,
And on the moontide solitude
The gushing brook is heard
The lilac foods with balm the air,