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IN SPRING-TIME.
Every year when young April, just wakened, comes round
With her robins all ready to sing,
Let us bless the dear God that we still are alive
To welcome another new Spring;
That above, and not under, the blossoming ground
Our limbs are yet active and strong;
That still we can breathe in the sweet vernal air,
And hear Nature's marvellous song.
With her robins all ready to sing,
Let us bless the dear God that we still are alive
To welcome another new Spring;
That above, and not under, the blossoming ground
Our limbs are yet active and strong;
That still we can breathe in the sweet vernal air,
And hear Nature's marvellous song.
The brooks, making melody under the sky,
Call the blood of youth back into age,—
The heart of the universe seems keeping time
To delights wherein all can engage.
The flower of life and the flower of love
Are everywhere blooming to-day;
Death and darkness no longer stalk blind through the world;
So let us take hands, and be gay.
Call the blood of youth back into age,—
The heart of the universe seems keeping time
To delights wherein all can engage.
The flower of life and the flower of love
Are everywhere blooming to-day;
Death and darkness no longer stalk blind through the world;
So let us take hands, and be gay.
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