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Lady Flora's Garden

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[ love to wntch my lady flit Aincug her garden's quaint trim plots, Her treseea match the Kuowfiowers' gold Her uyes, the blue forget-me-not. A very ilower amone the flowers, Bhe hath the bame unconsciouM grace. Just watch her as the sunnhine falïs Upon her blossom of a face. Oh happy rose, that at her waist Ühe tieth with hergirdle in t rhrlce bappy pinks, she tucketb close Beneath her IHUo dímpled chin! White butterflies- that she declares Are dead ftowers1 tiouls- drift to and fro, And ROlemn hees, on thrlft intent, With thelrsweet bardena come and go. The paníes' wlstfal faces seem To brighteiJ at her sunny smile; The sweet peae nod thelr hoads to her In their own easy kind of style. In sooth, it ia aaoodly sitrht This garden, with lts trim quaint plots, And goddesH Flora in its midst With eyes like the forget-me-nots. I love my lady at her work, I love her ín her hours if rest But when I see her 'mong her tlowers I thiuk I iove my lady best.


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Ann Arbor Courier