Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.

Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.

The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.

And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.