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A Spring Song at the Lakes
From o'er the winter-rusted fell,
From out the valleys purple-blue,
There comes the Queen we love so well
To her appointment true.
From out the valleys purple-blue,
There comes the Queen we love so well
To her appointment true.
Not yet the music of her march
Has filled the garden-grove with song,
But rosy birch and yellow larch
Have felt her pass along.
Has filled the garden-grove with song,
But rosy birch and yellow larch
Have felt her pass along.
She comes in mossy kirtle drest,
The first faint daisies in her hand,
The snowdrop glitters at her breast,
She bears an osier wand.
The first faint daisies in her hand,
The snowdrop glitters at her breast,
She bears an osier wand.
But neither moss nor flowerets fair
Avail to give us heart of grace,
The sun shines golden in her hair,
And triumphs in her face.
Avail to give us heart of grace,
The sun shines golden in her hair,
And triumphs in her face.
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