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VOICES FROM PRISON.
POEMS BY STATE PRISONERS.
THE BEAUTIES OF MAY.
How pleasant it is through the valleys to ramble, When Spring is arrayed in her robe of May-green, When eglantine, rose-bush, and each little bramble, Enamel'd in beauty before us are seen:
When birds with their mates in the branches are woing,
And breathing the language of love in their ear, When snipes by the swamp-flags their sports are pursuing,
And lap-wings by each little streamlet appear;