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SPRING TIME.
In the light of that far and fadeless shore,
Where kindred footsteps fail nevermore;
In the clime of glory, where he hath gone,
In the radiance rare of eternal dawn,
I shall meet the feet that have grown so still;
That childish voice shall my spirit thrill;
I shall catch the gleam of his angel wing,
As it waves 'neath the smile of Immortal Spring.
