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THE LEGEND OF THE MAYFLOWER
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Do they tell how—'mid her sorrow for the one she held so dear—
Every sad and suffering creature still she sought to help and cheer,
Till there sprang up, in the pathway of her ministering feet,
The Mayflower's tender blossoms—full of fragrance rare and sweet?
The Mayflower—oh, the Mayflower!—sweet of scent and fair to see,
Filled with all the springtime's sweetness, chosen flower of Acadie!
Every sad and suffering creature still she sought to help and cheer,
Till there sprang up, in the pathway of her ministering feet,
The Mayflower's tender blossoms—full of fragrance rare and sweet?
The Mayflower—oh, the Mayflower!—sweet of scent and fair to see,
Filled with all the springtime's sweetness, chosen flower of Acadie!
Passing years bring many changes—joy and sorrow come and go,
Yet, unchanged, the Mayflower wakens, at the melting of the snow;
Though unseen, its fragrance breathing through the budding woodland maze
Brings sweet foretaste of the summer to the changeless April days.
The Mayflower—oh, the Mayflower!—sweet of scent and fair to see,
With love's fragrant breath thou'rt laden, chosen flower of Acadie!
Yet, unchanged, the Mayflower wakens, at the melting of the snow;
Though unseen, its fragrance breathing through the budding woodland maze
Brings sweet foretaste of the summer to the changeless April days.
The Mayflower—oh, the Mayflower!—sweet of scent and fair to see,
With love's fragrant breath thou'rt laden, chosen flower of Acadie!
Years have glided into ages and the centuries grow gray,
Still as fresh and sweet as ever does the Mayflower greet the May;
And the heaviest heart grows lighter as it hails Thy promise true
Of the love that lives forever, and shall make all old things new.
The Mayflower—oh, the Mayflower!—sweet of scent and fair to see,
Shedding spring's divinest fragrance through the woods of Acadie!
Still as fresh and sweet as ever does the Mayflower greet the May;
And the heaviest heart grows lighter as it hails Thy promise true
Of the love that lives forever, and shall make all old things new.
The Mayflower—oh, the Mayflower!—sweet of scent and fair to see,
Shedding spring's divinest fragrance through the woods of Acadie!