  The spring has come! Once more I hear The song-birds carol free, The gentle winds play o’er my brow In whisp’ring melody. A glad refrain from hill and dell, From mountain, stream, and sea, Pours joyously o’er all the land, From winter’s shackles free. Alternate suns and April rains, Distilling dews at even, Will deck in verdure all the land; And just as fair as Eden Will bud and bloom the forest glades. Vales and leafless bowers Will spring into new life again, Enwreathed with fairest flowers. Sing on, sing on, glad voice of Spring! Wake, wake, the song again! A jubilee of joy shout forth From mountain, stream, and plain. O human hearts, by care oppressed, Rise up! rise up! and o’er This joyous time, so pure and young, Renew thy strength once more. |
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