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 And many a prayer, of spirit true, Breaks from paternal lips for you. —No more the vales with daisies glow, The violet sleeps beneath the snow, The rose her radiant robes doth fold And hide her buds from winter's cold. But Spring, with gentle smile, shall call Up from their beds, those slumberers all; Fresh verdure o'er your path shall swell, The brook its tuneful story tell, And graceful flowers with varied bloom Again your garden's bound perfume.— —Ye are our buds; and in your breast The promise of our hope doth rest. When knowledge like the breath of Spring Shall wake your minds to blossoming, May their unfolding germs disclose More than the fragrance of the rose, More than the brightness of the stream, That through green shades, with sparkling gleam In purity and peace doth glide On to the ocean's mighty tide.