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[The larch has donned its rosy plumes]
The larch has donned its rosy plumes,
And hastes its emerald beads to string:
The warblers now are on the wing
Across the pathless ocean-glooms:
Through tender grass and violet-blooms
I move along and gaily sing,
“The larch has donned its rosy plumes,
And hastes its emerald beads to string.”
And hastes its emerald beads to string:
The warblers now are on the wing
Across the pathless ocean-glooms:
Through tender grass and violet-blooms
I move along and gaily sing,
“The larch has donned its rosy plumes,
And hastes its emerald beads to string.”
Nature with beauteous tints illumes
The fields and groves of budding Spring,
Loved voices from afar to bring:
And my glad Muse its song resumes,—
“The larch has donned its rosy plumes,
And hastes its emerald beads to string!”
The fields and groves of budding Spring,
Loved voices from afar to bring:
And my glad Muse its song resumes,—
“The larch has donned its rosy plumes,
And hastes its emerald beads to string!”
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