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Spring is my sweetheart, whose voices are sad or glad, even as the heart may be; restoring in memory the sweet

12rhythm of unforgotten harmonies, or touching tenderly its tearful tones.

Spring passes over mountain and meadow, waking up

15the world; weaving the wavy grass, nursing the timid spray, stirring the soft breeze; rippling all nature in ceaseless flow, with "breath all odor and cheek all bloom."

18Whatever else droops, spring is gay: her little feet trip lightly on, turning up the daisies, paddling the water- cresses, rocking the oriole's cradle; challenging the sed-

21entary shadows to activity, and the streams to race for the sea. Her dainty fingers put the fur cap on pussy-willow, paint in pink the petals of arbutus, and sweep in soft

24strains her Orphean lyre. "The voice of the turtle is heard in our land." The snow-bird that tarried through the storm, now chirps to the breeze; the cuckoo sounds

27her invisible lute, calling the feathered tribe back to their summer homes. Old robin, though stricken to the heart with winter's snow, prophesies of fair earth and sunny

30skies. The brooklet sings melting murmurs to merry

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1meadows; the leaves clap their hands, and the winds make melody through dark pine groves.

3What is the anthem of human life?

Has love ceased to moan over the new-made grave, and, looking upward, does it patiently pray for the per-

6petual springtide wherein no arrow wounds the dove? Human hope and faith should join in nature's grand har- mony, and, if on minor key, make music in the heart.

9And man, more friendly, should call his race as gently to the springtide of Christ's dear love. St. Paul wrote, "Rejoice in the Lord always." And why not, since man's

12possibilities are infinite, bliss is eternal, and the conscious- ness thereof is here and now?

The alders bend over the streams to shake out their

15tresses in the water-mirrors; let mortals bow before the creator, and, looking through Love's transparency, behold man in God's own image and likeness, arranging in the

18beauty of holiness each budding thought. It is good to talk with our past hours, and learn what report they bear, and how they might have reported more spirit-

21ual growth. With each returning year, higher joys, holier aims, a purer peace and diviner energy, should freshen the fragrance of being. Nature's first and last

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