Maxioms by Richard Hovey
I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall read more
I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.
Make me over, Mother April,
When the sap begins to stir!
When thy flowery hand delivers
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Make me over, Mother April,
When the sap begins to stir!
When thy flowery hand delivers
All the mountain-prisoned rivers,
And thy great heart beats and quivers,
To revive the days that were.
