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OH! SPRING HATH THE GAYEST GARMENTS!
I.
Oh! Spring hath the gayest garments,And she putteth bright jewels on:
Pearls of the dewy morning,
And gems of the ruby sun;
And weaving a garland of flowers,
She dances away the hours.
II.
And the sweetest of zephyrs attend her,That float from the Mexique sea,
With tribute of tenderness laden,
And a musical liberty;
As they seek, 'mid the forest roses,
Where her beautiful form reposes.
III.
Nor sad, though the sun be sinkingIn his sorrow of dusk from the sky,
She warbles a song of the twilight,
For the Evening's lullaby;
And, fond, with the nursing Hours,
She hushes to sleep the flowers
IV.
O beautiful Spring! I love thee!Thy blessing of odors and airs,
The April caprice in thy smiling,
And the April blooms in thy tears;
For the rich red blossoms thou bringest,
And the bird at thy shoulder that singest.
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