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SPRING.
I
As some sweet rosebud opens and disclosesA widening wealth of beauty to the view,
As every day in spring the wild-flower posies
Increase in number, scent, and warmth of hue,
As pale pink rosebuds redden into roses,
And faint gray larkspur freshens into blue,
As every morn the great sun-artist rises
And paints afresh high heaven's fiery floor
With streaks, and lights, and tints, and new surprises,
And waves of colour all unknown before,
Bewildering the air with shapes and sizes
Of clouds its shining surface sprinkled o'er,
So day by day your beauty, my delight,
omes clearer, fuller, fresher into sight.
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II
As every wave a broken wave that followsFlings a fresh flower of foam upon the shore,
As year by year the home-returning swallows
Seem sweet to us as though ne'er seen before,
As greenery of spring on hills, in hollows,
Seems each new spring-time greener than of yore,
As every morn the ether seems to lighten
With one great blue broad smile from side to side,
As snows are white, and holly-berries brighten
With ruddier redness at each Christmas-tide,
And flowers are fair, and orange-blossoms heighten
Their loveliness for each new blushing bride,
So love your beauty every morning light
Blossoms into some new nosegay of delight.
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