POETRY

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Tbs sun is bright, the air is clear,


The daring swallows soar and sing,
And from the stately elms hear. Z Nv
z The blue-bird, prophesyingo the ,sprin,
So. blue yon winding river flows, a..


1t seems an outlet from the sky, :,
Where, waiting till the west wind blows,
The frcighted clouds at anchor lie.,, "
All things are new-the buds, the leaves,
Y That gid the elm trees nodding CREST,
And e'en the nest beneath the caves


There are no bids in last years nest.
All things rejoice in youth and love, aaa
iii The fulness Of their first delight; Ho
And learn from the soft heavens above
tenderness Of night. 4 7
Maiden thou read'st this simple rhyme,
Enjoy thy youth--it will not stay; pa
Enjoy the fragrance Of thy prime,


For oh! it's not always May! uaa


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Enjoy the spring of love and youth,
" To some good angel leave the rest ~
For time will teach thee soon the truth


There are no birds in last years nestl