APRIL FOOL. Upon that merry mora When April sweet i* bora, met Eliza in the garden walk; Steeping, she nipped
... APRIL FOOL. Upon that merry mora When April sweet i* bora, met Eliza in the garden walk; Steeping, she nipped daisy from its stalk— A daisy tipped with red, which the melanchjly night had shed One beaded tear; and archly smiling said, Beneath yon laurels ...