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Sweet Spring stands blushing 'mid the flowers,Heralded by benignant showers,
And soft airs through the young leaves sighing
While winter flits to northern skies,
But scowls back as he ice-ward hies,
Enraged at her sweet sunny eyes,
As she with merry scorn defies
The grim old graybeard flying:
Her lovely head with rosebuds crowned,
Her little feet that glad the ground,
While flitting by the lilied lakes,
And dancing rivulets, she makes
The earth its frosty fetters break,
And everything to life awake,
As when the world began;
Such, but still merrier, lovelier yet,
My loving, mischievous, dear pet,
My blue-eyed Lilian.
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