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I. SONG OF SPRING
Very bright and very pure and very tender
Is the golden sunlight on the laughing leaves:
Very lovely is the early morning's splendour;
Sweet the lilacs smell beneath the cottage-eaves.
All things wake renewed to vigour and to passion.
Lo! the daisies paint their pink tips, one by one:
And the daffodils in their old shameless fashion
Dip their robes in colour stolen from the sun.
Is the golden sunlight on the laughing leaves:
Very lovely is the early morning's splendour;
Sweet the lilacs smell beneath the cottage-eaves.
All things wake renewed to vigour and to passion.
Lo! the daisies paint their pink tips, one by one:
And the daffodils in their old shameless fashion
Dip their robes in colour stolen from the sun.
Lovers pass beneath the fragrance of the hedges,
And they pause, half wild with wonder and with bliss—
(While the river whispers, “See them!” to the sedges)
And their lips seem soft as velvet, as they kiss.
Blue the sky is, clear of cloud and free of sorrow.
Such a noble height of rapture has been won
That to-day's delight can dream not of to-morrow:
All things worship at the altar of the sun.
And they pause, half wild with wonder and with bliss—
(While the river whispers, “See them!” to the sedges)
And their lips seem soft as velvet, as they kiss.
Blue the sky is, clear of cloud and free of sorrow.
Such a noble height of rapture has been won
That to-day's delight can dream not of to-morrow:
All things worship at the altar of the sun.
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Yet the sweetness of the season gaineth sweetness
From the thought of loving Jesus in the sky.
Passion wins its utmost rapture and completeness
Realizing that a loving heart is nigh.
What is spring without the feeling that a Father
Watches, blesses, every noble action done?
—Sends the flowers of woman's love for man to gather!
Sends the daisies to be gathered by the sun!
From the thought of loving Jesus in the sky.
Passion wins its utmost rapture and completeness
Realizing that a loving heart is nigh.
What is spring without the feeling that a Father
Watches, blesses, every noble action done?
—Sends the flowers of woman's love for man to gather!
Sends the daisies to be gathered by the sun!
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