JUPITER PL U VI US. 
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and, undiscerned by eye or ear, awakens the earth, visits 
us too. Then 
“The wanton lapwing gets himself another crest,” 
and if a fuller crimson does not come upon the robin’s 
breast, it is because in this country that is not the region 
in which his crimson is situated ; but he and the other 
birds break out into song and begin to build their nests, 
the trees bud, and many gay butterflies awaken to life. 
But in our spring-tide vivifying heat is divorced from 
refreshing moisture, so that half nature, instead of being 
warmed to life, is scorched to death. True, the Banian 
tree, whose roots reach down into the secret chambers of 
the earth, comes out in bright array, and the Mango buds 
and blooms ; but the, grass, packed in dust above and 
below, cannot rouse itself to the call of spring, and the 
fields grow only more dusty and more dry. Our spirits 
are like the grass and seem to be packed in dust. The 
cattle wander about like shadows and grow visibly leaner 
every day, envying the serpent for the curse that lies on 
him. He only of living things has enough and to spare. 
So I say, Our true spring, the beginning of our year* the 
birthday of nature, is not in March, but in June. Let it be 
ushered in with salvoes of artillery and a carnival of the 
