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Spring
The Spring returns, and, with fresh ardor filled,Their interrupted labors they renew;
The land is cleared, the virgin soil is tilled,
Some the stout oaks for houses fell and hew,
Some build a fort against their savage foe,
Some guard from beasts and birds the springing grain,
While some in boats to sea a fishing go,
To dare the perils of the stormy main;
With energy and zeal the work proceeds,
No one is idle, and they all unite
In common cause, as each assistance needs,
By which the heaviest labors are made light;
For the same ardor every bosom fires,
And one great object here on earth inspires.
Poem No. 572; c. 1878–80
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