By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 03, 2014 With the Rain By Harrison R. Merrill Dear Love, when April comes again this springAnd lilac blossoms droop in weeping showersWhere lonely robins flit about and bringBack memories of dear, lost hoursWhen our young loves were stirred — awakening –Twin blossoms sweeter far than perfumed flowers –Sweet songs far lovelier than birds can sing –A melody made deep by all our powers – I’ll seek ...
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