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The Gifts of Spring.
Spring! 'tis the spell of gladness—
—We breathe that Eden word,
And in the youthful bosom
What pleasant thoughts are stirred!
Sweet thoughts of gushing fountains,
Bright skies and blossomed trees,
And soft green grass and violets,
And wild bird's melodies.
—We breathe that Eden word,
And in the youthful bosom
What pleasant thoughts are stirred!
Sweet thoughts of gushing fountains,
Bright skies and blossomed trees,
And soft green grass and violets,
And wild bird's melodies.
These visions warm the fancy,
And wake the lyre of mirth;
But Spring has gifts more precious
To bless the waiting earth.—
There's health upon her breezes,
The glow of life they bear;
And look upon the blossomed trees,
You'll find hope's treasure there.
And wake the lyre of mirth;
But Spring has gifts more precious
To bless the waiting earth.—
There's health upon her breezes,
The glow of life they bear;
And look upon the blossomed trees,
You'll find hope's treasure there.
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O, tell us not of glory,
And tell us not of wealth;
Hope is the fame of youthful hearts,
Their precious riches health.—
We'll search the book of Nature,
And learn where these are found,
While Spring her gifts of buds and flowers
Is scattering all around.
And tell us not of wealth;
Hope is the fame of youthful hearts,
Their precious riches health.—
We'll search the book of Nature,
And learn where these are found,
While Spring her gifts of buds and flowers
Is scattering all around.
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