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Spring is come; she shows her pass—

Wild violets cool!

South of woods a small close grass—

A vernal wool!

Leaves are a'bud on the sassafras—

They'll soon be full;

Blessings on the friendly screen—

''I'm for the South! says the leafage green.''

''Robins! fly, and take your fill''

Of out-of-doors—

Garden, orchard, meadow, hill,

Barns and bowers;

Take your fill, and have your will—

Virginia's yours!

''But, bluebirds! keep away, and fear''

The ambuscade in bushes here.

"A green song that," a seargeant said;

"But where's poor Pansy? gone, I fear"

"Ay, mustered out at Ashby's Gap"

"I see; now for a live man's song;

Ditty for ditty—prepare to cheer.

My bluebirds, you can fling a cap!

You barehead Mosby-boys—why—clap!"