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SPRING.
APRIL.
Spring! the beautiful Spring is coming,The sun shines bright and the bees are humming;
And the fields are rich with the early flowers,
Beds of crocus and daisies white,
And under the budding hedge-row showers
Of the ficary golden bright!
Come, come, let you and me
Go out and the promise of Spring-time see,
For many a pleasant nook I know,
Where the hooded arum and blue-bell grow,
And crowds of violets white as snow;—
Come, come, let's go!
Let's go, for hark!
I hear the lark;
And the black-bird and thrush on the hillside tree,
Shout to each other so merrily,
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And a little crowd
Of gnats in the sun dance cheerily.
Come, come! come along with me,
For the tassels are red on the tall larch-tree,
And in homesteads hilly,
The spathed daffodilly
Is growing in beauty for me and thee!
MAY.
'Tis Spring! 'tis Spring! all creatures know it,
The skies, the earth, the waters shew it,
The freckled snakes come out i' the sun,
The leveret's race in the meadows green;
The sleep of the little dormouse is done,
And the frisking squirrel again is seen!
Come, come who will,
Let us take our fill
Of delight in the valley, the field, the hill;
Let us go to the wood that so late was still;
The air is ringing
With singing, singing!
The flowers are springing
The lanes along,
The white and the red,
And the umbelled head,
And the single-blowing,
All thickly growing,
This merry May morn, a thousand strong!
The fishes are glad this May morning,
And like things of light
Through the waters bright,
Flash to and fro!
The skies, the earth, the waters shew it,
The freckled snakes come out i' the sun,
The leveret's race in the meadows green;
The sleep of the little dormouse is done,
And the frisking squirrel again is seen!
Come, come who will,
Let us take our fill
Of delight in the valley, the field, the hill;
Let us go to the wood that so late was still;
The air is ringing
With singing, singing!
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The lanes along,
The white and the red,
And the umbelled head,
And the single-blowing,
All thickly growing,
This merry May morn, a thousand strong!
The fishes are glad this May morning,
And like things of light
Through the waters bright,
Flash to and fro!
There's a sound of joy in the youthful Spring—
Hark! hark!
There sings the lark!
Why tarry we yet? let's go!
The strong lamb boundeth,
The glad foal neighs;
And joy resoundeth
A thousand ways—
Over hill and valley, and wood and plain,
Joy poureth down like a shower of rain!
I'll tarry no more! come, come, let's go!
Hark! hark!
There sings the lark!
Why tarry we yet? let's go!
The strong lamb boundeth,
The glad foal neighs;
And joy resoundeth
A thousand ways—
Over hill and valley, and wood and plain,
Joy poureth down like a shower of rain!
I'll tarry no more! come, come, let's go!
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