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Spring! 'midst thy victorious glow Far-spreading o'er the kindled woods and plains, And streams, that bound to meet thee from their chains, Well might there lurk the shadow of a woe For human hearts, and in the exulting flow Of thy rich songs a melancholy tone, Were we of mould all earthly; we alone, Severed from thy great spell, and doomed to go Farther, still farther, from our sunny time, Never to feel the breathings of our prime, Never to flower again!—But we, O spring! Cheered by deep spirit-whispers not of earth, Press to the regions of thy heavenly birth, As here thy Flowers and Birds press on to bloom and sing.