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DOWN A WOODLAND WAY by MILDRED HOWELLS

First Line: AS I WAS STROLLING DOWN A WOODLAND WAY
Last Line: SAVE THREE WILD VIOLETS AMONG THE GRASS.
As I was strolling down a woodland way,
I met fair Spring, a garland on her arm;
She stood a moment gazing in dismay,
Then turned and fled away in swift alarm.

And as I strove to follow her swift flight
Along the way that I had seen her pass,
No trace of her remained to meet my sight
Save three wild violets among the grass.



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