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7. Spring Sparks[1]
Quick following winter's power,
To convert each desolate scene,
Called by spring's refreshing shower,
Each timid and weak effort scene,
Small the infant leaflets cower,
With sunshine and dew, swift strength glean,
They have grown a giant bower,
The throne of glory's budding green.
To convert each desolate scene,
Called by spring's refreshing shower,
Each timid and weak effort scene,
Small the infant leaflets cower,
With sunshine and dew, swift strength glean,
They have grown a giant bower,
The throne of glory's budding green.
Budding strength with joy endeavor,
The soul from desolation wean,
The willful vine presents the flower,
Of vieing [sic] hue and brilliant sheen,
Bright from the blossom crowned tower,
Braving the winds and sunlight keen,
Drinking the dew of the midnight hour,
The light of glory's brightest skein.
The soul from desolation wean,
The willful vine presents the flower,
Of vieing [sic] hue and brilliant sheen,
Bright from the blossom crowned tower,
Braving the winds and sunlight keen,
Drinking the dew of the midnight hour,
The light of glory's brightest skein.
Spring winds love, by the bower blow,
Wooing thrill the heart of the vine,
Sing and watch the young flower grow,
Each smile of beauty will enshrine,
Beauties with heaven's shower flow,
Budding gems, the vine's heart entwine,
Blending smiles on the tower show,
Where budding glory's love recline.
Wooing thrill the heart of the vine,
Sing and watch the young flower grow,
Each smile of beauty will enshrine,
Beauties with heaven's shower flow,
Budding gems, the vine's heart entwine,
Blending smiles on the tower show,
Where budding glory's love recline.
The dawn's gift, the brilliant flower,
With the morning star and sunshine,
Gems crowned thee queen of the bower,
Dewey beads, sparkling eyes of thine,
Rose and pearl crowning the tower,
Of beauties store, the richest mine,
Secret springs of beauties power,
Where flowered glory's love recline.
With the morning star and sunshine,
Gems crowned thee queen of the bower,
Dewey beads, sparkling eyes of thine,
Rose and pearl crowning the tower,
Of beauties store, the richest mine,
Secret springs of beauties power,
Where flowered glory's love recline.
Wagner Record, April 5, 1895, 2:3.
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