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Spring
I have not lived the flesh has hedged me inI have not known the joy to be with thee
But I must strive to loose the bonds of sin
That press me round and be forever free
Give me the victory o'er the tyrant death
Whose scepter rests now cold upon my heart
Breathe on me and reviving at thy breath
The chills that o'er me steal will quick depart
And I revive like the ice frosted flower
That winter seizes in his rude embrace
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Creeps on from southern climes with welcome face
And chides the spoilers of her children fair
And once again restores them to her care.
Poem No. 235; fall 1838–summer 1839
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