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Show Oar Spring Pageant (With Apologies to Browning) O, to be in Springville now that April's there, And whoever wakes in Springville Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lilac hedge, and the willow sheaf By the water's edge, are in tiny leaf, While the robin sings on the orchard bough In Springville NOW! An April morn in Springville means. Bright fulfillment of intangible dreams. For haven't we captured in treasured art, Of burgeoning spring, a glorious part? Holding, breathless, on canvas, the 'wak'ning trees. The bursting flower, the gentle breeze, The song of the bird, the Hash of his wing? Our pageant of art is a lovely thing! Truly, the robin sings on the orchard bough In Springville NOW! ADA BARRON. |