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 Sweet April! many a thought
 Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
  Nor shall they fail, read more 
 Sweet April! many a thought
 Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
  Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
   Life's golden fruit is shed. 
 Now the noisy winds are still;
 April's coming up the hill!
  All the spring is in her read more 
 Now the noisy winds are still;
 April's coming up the hill!
  All the spring is in her train,
   Led by shining ranks of rain;
    Pit, pat, patter, clatter,
     Sudden sun and clatter patter!
      . . . .
       All things ready with a will,
        April's coming up the hill! 
 The first of April, some do say
 Is set apart for All Fools' day;
  But why the read more 
 The first of April, some do say
 Is set apart for All Fools' day;
  But why the people call it so,
   Nor I, nor they themselves, do know. 
 The April winds are magical,
 And thrill our tuneful frames;
  The garden-walks are passional
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 The April winds are magical,
 And thrill our tuneful frames;
  The garden-walks are passional
   To bachelors and dames. 
 I love the season well
 When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
  Nor dark and many-folded read more 
 I love the season well
 When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
  Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
   The coming of storms. 
 April, April,
 Laugh thy girlish laughter,
  Then, the moment after,
   Weep thy girlish tears!  
 April, April,
 Laugh thy girlish laughter,
  Then, the moment after,
   Weep thy girlish tears! 
 A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew,
 A cloud, and a rainbow's warning,
  Suddenly sunshine and read more 
 A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew,
 A cloud, and a rainbow's warning,
  Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue--
   An April day in the morning. 
 Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn
 Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May
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 Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn
 Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May
  New blooming blossoms 'neath the sun are born,
   And all poor April's charms are swept away. 
Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day!
Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day!