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The dew is on the grasses, dear, The blush is on the rose. And swift across our dial-youth, A shifting shadow goes.

The primrose moments, lush with bliss, Exhale and fade away, Life may renew the Autumn time, But nevermore the May!

Georgia Douglas Johnson

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