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 Starred forget-me-nots smile sweetly,
 Ring, bluebells, ring!
  Winning eye and heart completely,
   Sing, robin, read more 
 Starred forget-me-nots smile sweetly,
 Ring, bluebells, ring!
  Winning eye and heart completely,
   Sing, robin, sing!
    All among the reeds and rushes,
     Where the brook its music hushes,
      Bright the caloposon blushes,__
       Laugh, O murmuring Spring! 
 in Just--
 spring when the world is mud--
  luscious the little
   lame balloonman
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 in Just--
 spring when the world is mud--
  luscious the little
   lame balloonman
    whistles far and wee 
 The spring's already at the gate
 With looks my care beguiling;
  The country round appeareth straight
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 The spring's already at the gate
 With looks my care beguiling;
  The country round appeareth straight
   A flower-garden smiling. 
 If there comes a little thaw,
 Still the air is chill and raw,
  Here and there a read more 
 If there comes a little thaw,
 Still the air is chill and raw,
  Here and there a patch of snow,
   Dirtier than the ground below,
    Dribbles down a marshy flood;
     Ankle-deep you stick in mud
      In the meadows while you sing,
       "This is Spring." 
 For surely in the blind deep-buried roots
 Of all men's souls to-day
  A secret quiver shoots.  
 For surely in the blind deep-buried roots
 Of all men's souls to-day
  A secret quiver shoots. 
 Lo! where the rosy bosom'd Hours
 Fair Venus' train appear,
  Disclose the long-expecting flowers,
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 Lo! where the rosy bosom'd Hours
 Fair Venus' train appear,
  Disclose the long-expecting flowers,
   And wake the purple year. 
 Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here
 Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year.
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 Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here
 Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year.
  . . . .
   The Rose still blushes, and the vi'lets blow. 
Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.
Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.
The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created spring.
The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created spring.