to spring.
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Memory, with thy tell-tale sigh,
Hide thy wreath of faded flowers;
Turn away thy tearful eye;
Speak not of departed hours!
Hide thy wreath of faded flowers;
Turn away thy tearful eye;
Speak not of departed hours!
Tell me not of broken ties;
Point not at the silent tomb;
Whisper not that human joys
Wither amidst nature's bloom.
Point not at the silent tomb;
Whisper not that human joys
Wither amidst nature's bloom.
Wake, come forth, my bounding soul!
Join the universal glee,
Yield to nature's kind control,
Catch her heavenly harmony.
Join the universal glee,
Yield to nature's kind control,
Catch her heavenly harmony.
Join the grateful, happy throng;
Cast each selfish care away;
Birds and brooks shall tune your song:
This is nature's holiday.
Cast each selfish care away;
Birds and brooks shall tune your song:
This is nature's holiday.
