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SPRING.
Welcome! O blessed Spring!
Grateful to thee I sing,
Whose voice can bid our secret anguish cease.
Visit each lonely shrine
With music most divine:
Whisper of sweetest hope and gentlest peace.
Grateful to thee I sing,
Whose voice can bid our secret anguish cease.
Visit each lonely shrine
With music most divine:
Whisper of sweetest hope and gentlest peace.
Yet many a heart in tears,
Thine airy footstep hears.
Thoughts of long-vanished joys come back with thee;
And from the soul's deep cells
A strain of sadness swells,
To mingle with thy breathing melody.
Thine airy footstep hears.
Thoughts of long-vanished joys come back with thee;
And from the soul's deep cells
A strain of sadness swells,
To mingle with thy breathing melody.
Above their lowly dead,
The silent tear is shed,
As fall the silvery dews on thy young flowers.
Nor will thy angel smile
Their secret grief beguile,
Nor chase the shadows from their weary hours.
The silent tear is shed,
As fall the silvery dews on thy young flowers.
Nor will thy angel smile
Their secret grief beguile,
Nor chase the shadows from their weary hours.
But with a mystic voice,
That bids my soul rejoice,
Thou visitest my path by night and day.
How blessed is thy light,
Which beams o'er death's dark night,
And sheds a glory o'er earth's pilgrim way!
That bids my soul rejoice,
Thou visitest my path by night and day.
How blessed is thy light,
Which beams o'er death's dark night,
And sheds a glory o'er earth's pilgrim way!
