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COME, Spring, O come;
In distant Southern isles,
Come, Spring, O come;
For I am sick at heart
Of the dull winter's length,
And yearn to see thy cheerful face again.
On the fresh blade
Glistens the rime of morn,
Waiting for thee to come,
And with thy breath exhale it to the skies.
For thee the bud
Its fragile form unfolds;
And opening film by film,
Spreads to the tempting air its leaf of gauze.
The lamb for thee,
Thrilling with young delight,
Skips through the fleecy fold
On the warm slope of mauy a sunny vale;
y, green trees; It leaf danceB vering breeze! it glances! vern flees,
through every vela vmal rain.
le mountain stealing, vales along;
r's tongue is sealing; ve is heard his song; ly hues reveals and forest throng; in radiant showers, y among the flowers. From the German of Tweck.
chy power display! eth the light heart sad,
bou makest the sad heart gay.
, and calls to his gloomy train,
and the snow, and the wind, and the rain; shrink away, and they flee in fear,
thy merry step draws near.
giveth the fields, and the trees so old,
ir beards of icicles and snow;
The rain, it raineth so fast and cold,
e must cower over the embers low,
dd, snugly housed from the wind and weather, pe like birds that are changing feather. >ut the storm retires, and the sky grows clear, When thy merry step draws near.
While near at hand,
From hedgerows faintly green,
The newly-mating birds in songs reply.
Then from afar
Once more appear, O Spring,
Once more appear,
Enchantress of the world!
Who with sweet syren voice
Lullest the harsh notes of the wintry gale.
So at thy call
All nature shall revive,
And grateful, o'er thy head,
Strew the white blossoms of the early year.
APPROACH OF SPRING.
Now that the Winter's gone, the earth hath lost