SPRING-LIFE.
LIFE-TIDE is flowing
Through woodland and plain;
The sun-king is touching
The earth-heart again;
And thrilled by his fervor,
The blossoms arise,
Half-shyly, scarce daring
To look in his eyes.
The oak of the forest
Is filled with new wine;
A wind-harp is breathing
Its notes through the pine.
The buds have been dreaming
On stemlet and bough;
Earth's music and laughter
Are waking them now.
The spring-time is teaching
A lesson of life—
Of growth and of glory
Unmingled with strife;
It tells us that labor
Is sweeter than calm,
That springing and blooming
Are blessing and balm.
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