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BUT WHEN TO-MORROW

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But when to-morrow, down the lane,

I walk among the flowers again,

Between the tall red hollyhocks,

Here I shall find you as before,

Asleep within your fastened door,—

My lazy four-o’clocks!

MARGARET JOHNSON.