LYRIC IN MAY.

LYRIC IN MAY.
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The glad, eternal spirit of the Spring Steals o’er the greening earth liko some soft sigh.
The mating birds will soon begin to sing;
And thou and I, Sweetheart, and thou and I?

Over the purple foothills in the west
The fleeey clouds of May are sailing high.
The mating birds will soon begin to nest,
And thou and I,-Sweetheart,-and thou and I?
-Hallett Abend.