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534
TELL ME, SWEET SPRING!
Tell me, sweet Spring! thy tale,
Thy joyous tale and bright,
Sorrow and memory pale—
These should from thee take flight!
Thy joyous tale and bright,
Sorrow and memory pale—
These should from thee take flight!
Thy dear Interpreters,
Cuckoo and soaring lark,
How their rich language stirs
Sense, heart, and spirit—hark!
Cuckoo and soaring lark,
How their rich language stirs
Sense, heart, and spirit—hark!
Hark! how they fill the air,
Deeply with their delight,
Oh! let us chase vain care—
Bid weary Grief take flight!
Deeply with their delight,
Oh! let us chase vain care—
Bid weary Grief take flight!
535
Tell me thy tales of joy,
Spring—golden glorious Spring,
Hope shall my heart rebuoy,
Fear shall ere long take wing!
Spring—golden glorious Spring,
Hope shall my heart rebuoy,
Fear shall ere long take wing!
Thou tell'st of mighty things—
Bright and enchanted Time!—
Hasten—Oh! Spring of Springs!
Season of Heaven sublime!
Bright and enchanted Time!—
Hasten—Oh! Spring of Springs!
Season of Heaven sublime!
Every flower withered here,
Then shall be found once more,
All lost things—bright and dear—
Shall Heaven's Spring-time restore!
Then shall be found once more,
All lost things—bright and dear—
Shall Heaven's Spring-time restore!
And these glad vernal hours
Tell us, while fast they flee,
How fair 'mid deathless bowers
Thou—Spring of Heaven!—must be!
Tell us, while fast they flee,
How fair 'mid deathless bowers
Thou—Spring of Heaven!—must be!
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