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HARK, how sweet the thrushes sing! 

Hark, how clear the robins call! 

Chorus of the happy spring, 

Summer's madrigal!

Flood the world with joy and cheer, 

O ye birds, and pour your song

Till the farthest distance hear 

Notes so glad and strong!

Storm the earth with odors sweet, 

O ye flowers, that blaze in light!

Crowd about June's shining feet, 

All ye blossoms bright!

Shout, ye waters, to the sun!

Back are winter's fetters hurled; 

Summer's glory is begun;

Beauty holds the world! 





—Celia Thazter