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A SPRING DITTY. 
Tue Spring! the Spring ! the blithesomeSpring! 
When wild flowers bloom, and wild birds sing ; 
Without a wither’d or waning leaf, 
To waken a single thought of grief: 
O! well may feeling and fancy cling 
Vo the glad return of blithesome Spring. 













On the sunny bank of the grassy lane, 
The tufts of primroses bloom again ; 
And beneath, as lovely and sweeter yet, 
Is hidden the modest violet ; 
Whilethe wild bee, round them, on restless wing, 
Makes music to welcome the merry Spring. . 
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And higher up, in the bright blue sky, 
‘he lark warbles forth his melody 
In the fields, like an echo, is heard 
The shout of the cuckoo, that wand’ring bird 3 ! 
While closer conceal’d, like a viewless thing, 
The nightingale chaunts to the gladsome Spring. 
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How cold and thankless the eye must be, 
Which, unmov’d, the beauty of Spring can sce; 
How dull the ear, to delight unstirr’d, 
By tle hum of the bee, or the song of the bird, 

