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SPRING.

The pleasant Spring has come again,
The pretty birds are here,
The grass grows in the gentle rain,
And buds and flowers appear—
I love to see the sky so clear,
And all things look so gay—
The fairest month in all the year
Is sweet and sunny May.
And well I know the cold deep snow
And winter storms are past,
And merrily now to school I'll go,
Nor fear the chilling blast—

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I love the sun, the gentle wind,
And bird, and flower, and bud,
And well I love my teacher kind,
But best I love my God.