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wild bird's first exultant strain

Says,—"Winter is over—over!"

And spring returns to the wold again,

With breath as of lilac and clover.

With a certain soft, appealing grace

(Surely some sorrow hath kissed her!)

She gives to our vision her girlish face,

And we know how we've missed her—missed her!

For on a day she went away,

Long ere the leaves were falling,