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SPRING'S PARDON.
Out of the sun came a spirit forth
And whispered a word in my ear,
The winds went home to the frozen North,
And the green broke over the sere:
The great clouds dreamed in the April blue,
And the spirit of love made all things new;
The whole world shook with a smile of glee,
For the songs you hear from the hawthorn tree,
The scents that the branches wave you,
And my heart sang out as a bird set free,
For the spirit of spring took hold on me,
And surely, I forgave you!
And whispered a word in my ear,
The winds went home to the frozen North,
And the green broke over the sere:
The great clouds dreamed in the April blue,
And the spirit of love made all things new;
The whole world shook with a smile of glee,
For the songs you hear from the hawthorn tree,
The scents that the branches wave you,
And my heart sang out as a bird set free,
For the spirit of spring took hold on me,
And surely, I forgave you!
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