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 Eloise Street

Where new little leaves join the sweet melody

Of meadowlark s trill !

I hear it and thrill With the rapture of springtime that brings you to me!

You are coming to me!

You are coming to me !

Each blossom feels it,

Each bird note peals it, Joy flames aloft in each red hawthorne tree!

Red petals falling

Oh, hear the birds calling The springtime, the springtime that brings you to me!

You are coming to me !

You are coming to me !

Swift pulse beats tell it,

Wild longings swell it, Soul throbs to soul in a mad ecstasy !

Oh, the hope of it, thought of it,

Tense gladness wrought of it, Love s glorious springtime that brings you to me!

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