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The Flowers of Summer.
BRING flowers, young flowers, for the festal board, To wreathe the cup ere the wine is poured ; Bring flowers! they are springing in wood and
vale, Their breath floats out on the southern gale, And the touch of the sunbeam hath waked the rose, To deck the hall where the bright wine flows. •
Bring flowers to strew in the conqueror's path-
Bring flowers to the captive's lonely cell,
Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear!
Bring flowers, pale flowers, o'er the bier to shed,
Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in
prayer, They are nature's offering, their place is there! They speak of hope to the fainting heart, With a voice of promise they come and part, They sleep in dust through the wintry hours, They break forth in glory-bring flowers, bright