1885. St. Valentine's Day

All the Robin Redbreasts
Have lived the winter thro',
Jenny Wrens have pecked their fill
And found a work to do,
Families of Sparrows
Have weathered wind & storm
With Rabbit on the stony hill
And Hare upon her form.

You & I, my Mother,
Have lived the winter thro',
And still we play our daily parts
And still find work to do:
And still the cornfields flourish,
The olive & the vine,
And still you reign my Queen of Hearts
And I'm your Valentine.
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