THE VOICE OF SPRING.
I heard it in the laughing breeze,
The dashing of the fountain;
I heard it murmur in the trees,
And sweep along the mountain.
The dashing of the fountain;
I heard it murmur in the trees,
And sweep along the mountain.
I heard it in the dying gale,
Hushing the sunlit sea;
I knew it whispered in the vale
By every flower and tree.
Hushing the sunlit sea;
I knew it whispered in the vale
By every flower and tree.
I heard the feathered songsters sing
A wild and joyous strain;
I knew it was the voice of spring,
And blessed the sound again.
A wild and joyous strain;
I knew it was the voice of spring,
And blessed the sound again.
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