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out o’door, ’tis Spring! ’tis Maÿ The trees be green, the vields be gaÿ; The weather’s warm, the winter blast, Wi’ all his traïn o’ clouds, is past; The zun do rise while vo’k do sleep. To teäke a higher daily zweep, Wi’ cloudless feäce a-flingèn down His sparklèn light upon the groun’.

The aïr’s a-streamèn soft,—come drow The windor open; let it blow