Sunday, 10 April 2011

April 10th.

There is no time like the old time, when
you and I were young,
When the buds of April blossomed, and the
birds of spring-time sung!
The garden's brightest glories by summer suns
are nursed,
But oh, the sweet, sweet violets, the flowers
that opened first.

O. W. Holmes



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