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HERE'S THE SWALLOW!
As I sat beneath the wayside oak,I heard five-and-twenty little folk
Singing, “Here's the Swallow, here's the Swallow!
April's coming, and Spring's sure to follow!”
I was weary, for the way was long,
But my heart leap'd up to hear that song;
Vanish'd suddenly each shade of sadness,
All my youth came back, and all its gladness;
And in fancy, from beneath the oak,
I flew down to join those little folk,
Singing, “Here's the Swallow! here's the Swallow!
April's coming, and Spring's sure to follow!”
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