LOOK UP
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Soft winds will follow in her wake And put to flight the snow—The bird-songs sweet will soon be heard In cadence soft and low.
Then do not e'er grieve for adverse Conditions that exist,—The sun will show its sovereign power And drive away the mist!
Why reck we then tho' storms assail And winds hold wild career? Look up! and feel within your heart That Summer now is here.
Dispel the morbid sense of gloom! The bleak earth soon anew Shall bloom again, like flowerets fair Kissed by the summer dew.
