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 106 POEMS.

V.

TO MARCH.

"pvEAR March, come in!

M How glad I am !

I looked for you before.

Put down your hat

You must have walked

How out of breath you are !

Dear March, how are you ?

And the rest?

Did you leave Nature well ?

Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,

I have so much to tell!

I got your letter, and the birds' ;

The maples never knew

That you were coming, I declare,

How red their faces grew !

But, March, forgive me

And all those hills

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