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ENDER grass in April springing,

Scent of lilacs wet with rain,

Bluebird jubilantly singing

Snatches of a loved refrain,

Falcon soaring high above me,

Light of stars in deeps divine,

Creeping earth-bound things that move me

To compassion, ye are mine!

Wind in varied cadence playing

Mystic runes on harps unseen,

Blossom hardily delaying

Where lost summer late hath been,

Shadow drifting o'er the mountain,

Mist blown inward from the sea,

Hidden spring and bubbling fountain,—

Ye are mine and parts of me!

What am I? The stars have made me,

And the dust to which I cleave,

Rivers, and the hills that aid me,

Past and future, morn and eve,