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VI.
TO SPRING.
O, beauteous Spring! I ope my window wide,To breathe the sweetness of thy vernal air,
While quick the pulses in their channels glide,
The vestal favors of the spring to share;
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I see the violets in the verdant fields,
I catch the perfume that the bland air fills
From myriad blossoms that the season yields.
The shooting vine hangs trembling in the breeze,
And buds luxuriant grace the teeming bough,
The robin sings his song amid the trees,
And Nature pours her notes melodious now.
O, Spring! Thy beauty admiration moves,
But—but—but—Mary, bring my cloak and gloves!
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