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SPRING, AMONG THE HILLS.
Sit and talk with the mountain streams
In the beautiful spring of the year,
When the violet gleams through the golden sunbeams,
And whispers, “Come look for me here”—
In the beautiful spring of the year.
In the beautiful spring of the year,
When the violet gleams through the golden sunbeams,
And whispers, “Come look for me here”—
In the beautiful spring of the year.
I will show you an odorous nook
Where the censers of morning are swung;
Nature will lend you her bell and her book
Where the chimes of the forest are hung—
And the censers of morning are swung.
Where the censers of morning are swung;
Nature will lend you her bell and her book
Where the chimes of the forest are hung—
And the censers of morning are swung.
Come and breathe in this heaven-sent air
The breeze that the wild-bird inhales,
Come and forget that life has a care,
In these exquisite mountain-gales—
The breeze that the wild-bird inhales.
The breeze that the wild-bird inhales,
Come and forget that life has a care,
In these exquisite mountain-gales—
The breeze that the wild-bird inhales.
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O wonders of God!—O Bounteous and Good—
We feel that thy presence is here,—
That thine audible voice is abroad in this wood
In the beautiful spring of the year,—
And we know that our Father is here.
We feel that thy presence is here,—
That thine audible voice is abroad in this wood
In the beautiful spring of the year,—
And we know that our Father is here.
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