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A SPRING SONG. 413 
Send the children up 
To the high hill’s top, 
Or deep into the wood’s recesses, 
To woo Spring’s caresses. 
See, the birds together, 
In this splendid weather, 
Worship God,— (for he is God of birds as well as men;) 
And each feathered neighbor 
Enters on his labor,— 
Sparrow, robin, redpole, finch, the linnet and the wren. 
As the year advances, 
Trees their naked branches 
Clothe, and seek your pleasure in their green apparel. 
Insect and mild beast 
Keep no Lent, but feast; 
Spring breathes upon the earth, and their joy is increased. 
And the rejoicing birds break forth in one loud carol. 
Ah, come, and woo the Spring ; 
List to the birds that sing ; 
Pluck the primroses ; pluck the violets ; 
Pluck the daisies, 
Sing their praises ; 
Friendship with the flowers some noble thought begets. 
Come forth and gather these sweet elves, 
(More witching are they than the fays of old,) 
Come forth and gather them yourselves, 
Learn of these gentle flowers, whose worth is more than gold 
