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THE YEAR'S FIRST SWALLOW. |
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THE YEAR'S FIRST SWALLOW.
The year's first swallow! See, his sparkling wings
Shake off the tears of April's latest day;
And from the wing-cleft air he madly flings
Fore-gleams of dewy May.
Shake off the tears of April's latest day;
And from the wing-cleft air he madly flings
Fore-gleams of dewy May.
May, with her daisied meads and wimpling brooks,
Her warm green lanes and choirs of piping throats,
Her woodlands with their sylvan sunny nooks,
And bees with honey'd notes.
Her warm green lanes and choirs of piping throats,
Her woodlands with their sylvan sunny nooks,
And bees with honey'd notes.
May on the rivers, silvering the vales,
And on the mountains in their gauzy vests;
May on the ocean with its sleepy sails,
And May within our breasts.
And on the mountains in their gauzy vests;
May on the ocean with its sleepy sails,
And May within our breasts.
Season by season through all being lives—
And we are kindred with the circling whole:
'Tis God in all, and not a breeze but gives
Its soul unto our soul.
And we are kindred with the circling whole:
'Tis God in all, and not a breeze but gives
Its soul unto our soul.
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