SPRING.
Bright, bright is the season when spring doth renew
Each blossom in sunshine, or floweret in dew—
As it wafts the chill winter on breezes away,
And blushes its sweetness on beautiful May.
Each blossom in sunshine, or floweret in dew—
As it wafts the chill winter on breezes away,
And blushes its sweetness on beautiful May.
Bright, bright is the season when young life hath known
No sorrow to shadow the days that are gone;
When hope after hope, like the blossoms of spring,
Smile each unto other the gladness they bring.
No sorrow to shadow the days that are gone;
When hope after hope, like the blossoms of spring,
Smile each unto other the gladness they bring.
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