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SPRING.
I feel thy coming in the balmy air,That woos the landscape from its winter-dream
Of leafless grove, bleak field, and frozen stream,
And in the warmth and freshness everywhere.
Oh, Earth is passing beautiful and fair!
Birds, trees, and flowers—the morning's golden beam,
Noon's glow, and sunset's mellow glory, seem
The bright belongings of some happier sphere!
And lured by these, and loathing the mean fame
That man doth yield to long, unworthy strife,
The heart turns heavenward with a holier aim,
Soars every thought, and every sense grows rife,
Till all the world and all its hopes look tame,
And the pent soul longs for a larger life.
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