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SPRING MORNING
In the spring when the cuckoo calls
From the shade of the fresh green leaves,
And the young lambs leap on the grass,
And the swallows are brisk on the eaves,
And things with glittering wings
Bask in the sunshine it brings;
From the shade of the fresh green leaves,
And the young lambs leap on the grass,
And the swallows are brisk on the eaves,
And things with glittering wings
Bask in the sunshine it brings;
In the morning when glad birds sing,
And flowers on their dewdrops close,
And the meadow is breathing its sweets
Where the bee-loved clover grows,
And the gleams and the ripple of streams
Are like joys that come to us in dreams;
And flowers on their dewdrops close,
And the meadow is breathing its sweets
Where the bee-loved clover grows,
And the gleams and the ripple of streams
Are like joys that come to us in dreams;
Oh the sweet, bright mornings of spring,
With the dew and the song and the flower,
And the glad young life of the world,
As it laughs in the glory of power,
It is good for the spirit as food,
The tender green leaf of the wood.
With the dew and the song and the flower,
And the glad young life of the world,
As it laughs in the glory of power,
It is good for the spirit as food,
The tender green leaf of the wood.
Ah! well that the heart, growing cold
With the frosts of the wintry years,
Can still be made glad as of old,
When the spring in its beauty appears,
And the light, coming forth in its might,
Drives away the sad ghosts of the night.
With the frosts of the wintry years,
Can still be made glad as of old,
When the spring in its beauty appears,
And the light, coming forth in its might,
Drives away the sad ghosts of the night.
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