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Sweet April, the frail, the capriciously bright, Hath passed like the lovely away; Yet we mourn not her absence, for swift at her flight Sprang forth, her young sister, the angel of light; And fair as a sunbeam that dazzles the sight, Is beautiful, beautiful May.

- Salem Town & Nelson M. Holbrook,"The Progressive Fifth, or Elocutionary Reader"

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