THE QUEEN OF MAY.
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BY GEORGE P. MORRIS.
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Like flights of singing-birds went by
The rosy hours of girlhood’s day;
When in my native bowers,
Of simple buds and flowers,
They wove a crown and hailed me Queen of May!
———
BY GEORGE P. MORRIS.
———
Like flights of singing-birds went by
The rosy hours of girlhood’s day;
When in my native bowers,
Of simple buds and flowers,
They wove a crown and hailed me Queen of May!