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Song of the Early Spring
The clouds across the azure sky
Fly swift, with changing forms;
To tell that Winter's reign is o'er,
Its snow, and cold, and storms.
Fly swift, with changing forms;
To tell that Winter's reign is o'er,
Its snow, and cold, and storms.
A warmer wind now breathes around,
And in the balmy air
It seems as if new life there came,
A life for all to share.
And in the balmy air
It seems as if new life there came,
A life for all to share.
And welcome signs, on every hand,
Of Spring's return I see;
The sparrow by the roadside sings,
How sweet its note to me!
Of Spring's return I see;
The sparrow by the roadside sings,
How sweet its note to me!
The grass along the turnpike's edge
Grows green with sun, and showers;
And soon will May, fair May be here,
To scatter wide her flowers.
Grows green with sun, and showers;
And soon will May, fair May be here,
To scatter wide her flowers.
Shall I, with dull, and thoughtless mind,
Behold returning Spring;
And to the gracious God above
No thanks, no offering bring?
Behold returning Spring;
And to the gracious God above
No thanks, no offering bring?
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With birds, and every living thing,
My grateful hymn I raise;
To thank the Giver of all good,
And celebrate his praise.
My grateful hymn I raise;
To thank the Giver of all good,
And celebrate his praise.
Poem No. 479; c. 17 June 1865
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