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MORNING IN SPRING.
What lovely colors paint the east,And spread abroad on high!
Before the little stars have ceased
To twinkle in the sky.
And hark! there's music in the grove!
And music in the air!
Come let us in the meadow rove,
The time is sweet and fair.
And music in the air!
Come let us in the meadow rove,
The time is sweet and fair.
See! there's a snowdrop!—pretty flower—
Appearing in the field,
Before the garden bush and bower
Their bloom and beauty yield.
Appearing in the field,
Before the garden bush and bower
Their bloom and beauty yield.
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See too—the yellow daffodil—
It grows beside the thorn;
And sky, and flower, and flowing rill,
The break of day adorn.
It grows beside the thorn;
And sky, and flower, and flowing rill,
The break of day adorn.
It is the sun that spreads abroad
The sky, the colors fair;
And 'tis the lark that fills with song,
The pleasant morning air.
The sky, the colors fair;
And 'tis the lark that fills with song,
The pleasant morning air.
The glory of the sun's bright look,
Hides all the stars from view;
And sparkles in the gentle brook,
And glitters in the dew.
Hides all the stars from view;
And sparkles in the gentle brook,
And glitters in the dew.
It tunes the birds to song and mirth;
And warms the welcome showers;
It calls forth beauty from the earth,
And colors all the flowers—
And warms the welcome showers;
It calls forth beauty from the earth,
And colors all the flowers—
And it is God who gives the sun,
And trees, and flowers so trim;
And all our blessings every one,—
Be thankful unto him.
And trees, and flowers so trim;
And all our blessings every one,—
Be thankful unto him.
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