SPRING

The joys of living wreathe my face,

My heart keeps time to freshet's race;

Of balmy airs I drink my fill--

Why, there's a yellow daffodil!

Along the stream a soft green tinge

Gives hint of feathery willow fringe;

Methinks I heard a Robin's "Cheer"--

I'm glad Spring's here!

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