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WINDS OF APRIL.
Blow, winds of April, over the Sea,
The world is wide and your wings are free!
No towering Alp on the bulging Earth
Can break the leap of your bounding mirth;
No isle lies hid in the ocean vast
Where ye may not fold your wings at last;
Then up and away in your dauntless pride,
Your wings are free and the world is wide!
The world is wide and your wings are free!
No towering Alp on the bulging Earth
Can break the leap of your bounding mirth;
No isle lies hid in the ocean vast
Where ye may not fold your wings at last;
Then up and away in your dauntless pride,
Your wings are free and the world is wide!
Blow, winds of April, over the lea,
The world is fair and your wings are free!
There lurks no flower in the prairie grass
That ye may not kiss as ye onward pass;
No mountain pine that ye may not shake,
No palm-tree lone by its inland lake;
Then up and off and away with care,
Your wings are free and the world is fair!
The world is fair and your wings are free!
There lurks no flower in the prairie grass
That ye may not kiss as ye onward pass;
No mountain pine that ye may not shake,
No palm-tree lone by its inland lake;
Then up and off and away with care,
Your wings are free and the world is fair!
Blow, winds of April, the winds for me,
The world is ours and our wings are free!
The lordly dome and the fenced estate,
The palaced park of the rich and great,
The castled lands of a hundred kings,—
We pass them by on triumphant wings;
We o'erlook them all from our skiey bow'rs,
Our wings are free and the world is ours!
The world is ours and our wings are free!
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The palaced park of the rich and great,
The castled lands of a hundred kings,—
We pass them by on triumphant wings;
We o'erlook them all from our skiey bow'rs,
Our wings are free and the world is ours!
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