Louisa May Alcott (Луиза Мэй Олкотт)

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''Y' are the maiden posies,
And so graced,
To be placed
Fore damask roses.
Yet, though thus respected,
By and by
Ye do lie,
Poor girls, neglected.'

1. My Beth
2. He That Is Down Need Fear No Fall
3. Thoreau's Flute
4. And If Your Nancy Frowns, My Lad
5. Mountain--Laurel

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