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50 EARLY SPRING.

ye so early, Days of delight? Making the hillside Blithesome and bright?

Merrily, merrily, Little brooks rush, Down by the meadow, Under the bush.

Welkin and hilltop, Azure and cool; Fishes are sporting In streamlet and pool.

Birds of gay feather Flit through the grove, Singing together Ditties of love.

Busily coming From moss-covered bowers, Brown bees are humming, Questing for flowers.

Lightsome emotion, Life everywhere; Faint wafts of fragrance Scenting the air.

Now comes there sounding A sough of the breeze, Shakes through the thicket, Sinks in the trees.