The Spring Is Come

The spring is come! and vales and mountains
Are clothed anew in lovely green,
And purling streams and mossy fountains,
And blooming flowers adorn the scene;
Oh, listen to the insect hum, —
The spring, the spring is come!

The spring is come! New life is gleaming,
In the fresh earth and brilliant sky;
The warm sun on the earth is beaming;
And heaven is full of melody.
And listen to the insect hum, —
The spring, the spring is come!

The spring is come! Away with dulness!
Go to the rich and verdant fields;
While morning glows in all its fulness,
Go taste the joys the spring-time yields,
And listen to the insect hum, —
The spring, the spring is come!
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