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SPRING.
The cold white snow has faded fast,
And stilled now is the wintry blast.
Where erst it lay, that cold, dull snow,
The pale-pink primrose now doth blow,
With meekness blushing, in the wood,
The first of her fair sisterhood.
And stilled now is the wintry blast.
Where erst it lay, that cold, dull snow,
The pale-pink primrose now doth blow,
With meekness blushing, in the wood,
The first of her fair sisterhood.
The runlet's icy chains are burst;
He flows in joy and peace at first,
Then, babbling, sports in merry glee,
And sings aloud at being free,
And whispers to the sprouting grass,
“Come, weave a carpet where I pass.”
He flows in joy and peace at first,
Then, babbling, sports in merry glee,
And sings aloud at being free,
And whispers to the sprouting grass,
“Come, weave a carpet where I pass.”
The violets, tinted like the sky,
Seem freshly fallen from on high,
And bloom in every shady nook.
Fair Spring, through those blue eyes, doth look
Upon the gladsome, happy earth,
To which she bringeth joy and mirth.
Seem freshly fallen from on high,
And bloom in every shady nook.
Fair Spring, through those blue eyes, doth look
Upon the gladsome, happy earth,
To which she bringeth joy and mirth.
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Midst purple clover graze the herds,
Midst fresh green branches sing the birds.
And now the heart, too, groweth gay,
Throws off old sorrows day by day,
And praiseth God with gladness rife
For Spring, and flowers, and earth, and life.
Midst fresh green branches sing the birds.
And now the heart, too, groweth gay,
Throws off old sorrows day by day,
And praiseth God with gladness rife
For Spring, and flowers, and earth, and life.
January 23d, 1866.
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