BROKEN FAITH.
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BROKEN FAITH.
UDS on the apple-boughs, And robins in every tree;
Brown on the children's sun-kissed brows,
A softer blue on the tender sea,
Ah me!
Bees in the maples murmuring,
Brooks on the hillsides;—and yet, O Spring,
Thou hast broken thy faith with me!
Broken thy faith with me,
Who have pined for thee so long,—
Waiting and waiting patiently
Throngh all the Winter's cruel wrong,
Ah me!
Climbing the rugged, desolate hills
To watch the sky for the faintest thrills
Of the azure yet to be.
Who have pined for thee so long,—
Waiting and waiting patiently
Throngh all the Winter's cruel wrong,
Ah me!
Climbing the rugged, desolate hills
To watch the sky for the faintest thrills
Of the azure yet to be.
Violets sweeten the woods
And purple the river-sides,
And purple the river-sides,
