SPRING SONGS 113 



Like a banner'd show's advance 

 While the crowd runs by the way, 

 With ten thousand flowers about them they came 

 trooping through the fields. 

 As a happy people come, 

 So came they, 

 As a happy people come 

 When the war has roll'd away, 

 With dance and tabor, pipe and drum, 

 And all make holiday. 



Then came the cowslip, 



Like a dancer in the fair, 



She spread her little mat of green, 



And on it danced she. 



With a fillet bound about her brow, 



A fillet round her happy brow, 



A golden fillet round her brow, 



And rubies in her hair. 



SYDNEY DOBELL. 



SPRING SONGS 

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Now the dreary winter's over, 



Fled with him are grief and pain, 



When the trees their bloom recover, 

 Then the soul is born again. 



Spikenard blossoms shaking, 



Perfume all the air, 

 And in bud and flower breaking, 



Stands my garden fair. 



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