SPRING FLOWERS. 
Let those who choose love Winter’s glow, 
And feel regret to have him go, 
And look with rapture on the snow. 
So still and lightly falling. 
I know it is a pretty sight. 
To watch its fall, so pure and white; 
But yet, although it looks so bright. 
Its coldness is appalling. 
The flakes that best my spirit please, 
Are showered in May, — by gentle breeze. 
Brushing across the apple trees, 
When robed in snowy flowers. 
This is the lightly falling snow, 
And this the kind of wind to blow, 
For which I would the joys forego, 
Of all the wintry hours. 
That May-day scene e’en now I see, 
Those pearly flowerets dancing free. 
And hear ring out that laugh of glee. 
From young and happy voices. 
E’en now I wander by the stream. 
And in resplendent beauty seem 
To view the whole as in a dream, 
And all my heart rejoices. 
I see the banks with violets spread. 
And Columbine’s bright nodding head. 
That up the steep my footsteps led. 
In happy fond devotion. 
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