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Flora now calleth forth each flower,
And bids make ready Maia's bower.
Then will we little Love awake,
who still doth lie in a trance,
That now sleepeth in Lethe's lake,
And pray him leaden our dance.
Flora now calleth forth each flower by John Stafford Smith — Lyrics
John Stafford Smith English Secular Madrigals Staff notation
