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A Thrush in Spring
Awake and weary at the dawn of day
I heard thy music ringing thro' the hush;
It made a hundred morning memories rush
To give me back mine old life past away—
A little boy at prime in garden play
I paused to wonder listening by the bush,
A youth, at early school, I heard the thrush,
And dropped my task, enchanted by her lay.
I heard thy music ringing thro' the hush;
It made a hundred morning memories rush
To give me back mine old life past away—
A little boy at prime in garden play
I paused to wonder listening by the bush,
A youth, at early school, I heard the thrush,
And dropped my task, enchanted by her lay.
But most I well remember how that voice
Throbbed in mine ears upon my wedding morn,
Bidding me rise my well-beloved to greet;
And now in thy sweet tones as sad as sweet
I feel such sympathy for souls forlorn
That thro' my tears I hearken, and rejoice.
Throbbed in mine ears upon my wedding morn,
Bidding me rise my well-beloved to greet;
And now in thy sweet tones as sad as sweet
I feel such sympathy for souls forlorn
That thro' my tears I hearken, and rejoice.
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