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XI.
SPRING
Why fall the bonds of custom from us now,And wonted scenes with virgin glory teem?
While tender memories o'ershade the brow,
And life grows sweet and solemn as a dream?
Spring to the earth has come; her fountains leap,
In fields of azure pearly clouds repose,
Meek flowers seem along the turf to creep,
And long the lingering twilight softly glows;
The unfettered streams to ocean's bosom rush,
Warm are the sands the radiant billows lave,
The foam-crests glisten with a brighter flush,
And childhood's sportive mood sways wind and wave;
Music and balm upon the air float free,
As if with youth renewed came immortality!
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