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4
IN APRIL
WHAT tidings hath the swallow heard,
That bid her leave the lands of Summer
For woods and fields, where April yields
Bleak welcome to the blithe new-comer?
That bid her leave the lands of Summer
For woods and fields, where April yields
Bleak welcome to the blithe new-comer?
O heart, that hast despaired of Spring,
Learn the sweet lesson of the swallow,
To have no fear, though days be drear,
But sunshine and soft airs must follow!
Learn the sweet lesson of the swallow,
To have no fear, though days be drear,
But sunshine and soft airs must follow!
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