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V.
SPRING.
Winter has gone, and Spring returns again:The lonely thrush is singing by the rill,
The lively robin warbles on the hill,
And blue-birds flutter o'er the flowery plain,
And, as they flutter, breathe a cheerful strain;
While homelier sounds the budding scenery fill,—
The tinkling shepherd-bell, the rattling mill,
And the faint rolling of the distant wain;
And lovely is the lay the milkmaid sings,
As 'neath the elm she fills her snowy pail,
And sweet the tolling bell, that slowly rings,
The softly breathing flute within the vale,
While zephyrs hover round on downy wings,
And the rapt Poet strikes his quivering strings.
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