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HEY came in the early spring-days,
 * With the first refreshing showers;

And I watched the growing beauty
 * Of the little drooping flowers.

They had no bright hues to charm me,
 * No gay painting to allure;

But they made me think of angels,
 * They were all so white and pure.

In the early morns I saw them,
 * Dew-drops clinging to each bell.

And the first glad sunbeam hasting
 * Just to kiss them ere they fell.

Daily grew their spotless beauty;
 * But I feared when chill winds blew