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1863–1931

WOODBINE.

Annie Fellows Johnston

THE wild bee clings to it Most fond and long. The wild bird sings to it Its sweetest song.

The wild breeze brings to it A life more strong. So all things lend to thee Some charm, some grace.

The world's a friend to thee, In love's embrace. All hearts do bend to thee, In thy queen's place.

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