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Spring.—Peabody.
When brighter suns and milder skies
Proclaim the opening year,
What various sounds of joy arise!
What prospects bright appear!
Proclaim the opening year,
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What prospects bright appear!
Earth and her thousand voices give
Their thousand notes of praise;
And all, that by his mercy live,
To God their offering raise.
Their thousand notes of praise;
And all, that by his mercy live,
To God their offering raise.
Forth walks the laborer to his toil,
And sees the fresh array
Of verdure clothe the flowery soil
Along his careless way.
And sees the fresh array
Of verdure clothe the flowery soil
Along his careless way.
The streams, all beautiful and bright,
Reflect the morning sky;
And there, with music in his flight,
The wild bird soars on high.
Reflect the morning sky;
And there, with music in his flight,
The wild bird soars on high.
Thus, like the morning, calm and clear,
That saw the Savior rise,
The spring of heaven's eternal year
Shall dawn on earth and skies.
That saw the Savior rise,
The spring of heaven's eternal year
Shall dawn on earth and skies.
No winter there, no shades of night,
Profane those mansions blessed,
Where, in the happy fields of light,
The weary are at rest.
Profane those mansions blessed,
Where, in the happy fields of light,
The weary are at rest.
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