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 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. 
 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
 The flowers appear on the earth; the read more 
 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds 
is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
  The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the 
tender grape, give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, 
and come away. 
 They know who keep a broken tryst,
 Till something from the Spring be missed
  We have not read more 
 They know who keep a broken tryst,
 Till something from the Spring be missed
  We have not truly known the Spring. 
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
No kind action ever stops with itself. One kind action leads to another. Good example is followed. A single act read more
No kind action ever stops with itself. One kind action leads to another. Good example is followed. A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees. The greatest work that kindness does to others is that it makes them kind themselves.
Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.
Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.
 Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
 Is hung with bloom along the bough.  
 Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
 Is hung with bloom along the bough. 
 Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
 A box where sweets compacted lie,
  My musick shows read more 
 Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
 A box where sweets compacted lie,
  My musick shows ye have your closes,
   And all must die. 
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.