Oh for the honeyed breath of St Annes air
Adorned by a thousand blossoms sweet
The breath that makes my urban girl more fair
And aids the ailing sick in hopes retreat
Oh for the bliss of seeing springs first rose
Inhaling deep the perfume of its heart
A secret scent its petals soft enclose
And to a glistening morn its gifts impart
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