POETRY,

SPRING.
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(rRoM ONE OF THE ANNUALs'l SPRING, where are you tarrying now!

 Why are you so long unfelt' Winter went a month ago,

 When the snow began to melt. am coming, little maiden,

 With the pleasant sunshine laden; With the honey for the bee, With the blossom for the tree, With the flower and with the leaf; Till I come the time is brief. am coming, I am coming! Hark! the little bee is hummiag; See, the lark is soaring high In the bright and sunny sky; And the gnats are on the wing Little maiden---now is spring! See, the yellow catkins cover All the slender willows over; And on messy banks so green Starlike pvimroses are sceG; And tEer clustering leaves below White and purple yiolets blow. Eark the little lambs are b!eating, And the cawing rocks are meeting In the elms, noisy crowd; .... And all birds are singing loud; And the first white butterfly In the sun goes fitting by. Little maiden, look around thee! Green and fow'ry fields surround thee; Every little stream is bright; All the orchard trees are white; And each small and waving shoot Has for thee sweet flower or shoot. Turn thy eyes te earth and heaven! God for thee the spring has given; Taught the birds their melodies; Cloth'd the earth and cleared the skies; For thy pleasure or thy food @ Pour thy soul in gratitude! So mayst thou mid blessings dwell, Little maiden, fare thee well! 