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THE GENEROUS CLOVER.
ОглавлениеClover, clover in the field,
Why do you hang your head?
Have you done anything unkind?
Or any cross word said?
O no, my little maiden, no!
I only droop with dew;
And from my lips sweet honey drips;
Come, I will share with you.
—C. C. B.