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Show MARCH. By Ninette M. Lowater. Now spring again is newly born; Soon we shall wake, some fair, still morn, And feel her touch, her light caress, And know her here, our hearts to bless! Her voice has called each lagging bird, Her step each sleeping root has stirred; And some fair morning we shall see The smalll leaves flutter on each tree, The -grass all velvet soft and green, The river flowing swift and clean, And oh, how sweet the wind will be Which from the south comes warm and free! When the sun wakes the sleeping day, And drives the pearly mists away, And turns to gems each drop of dew, How lovely earth will look, and new! When God looked on the vale and wood Which He had made, and called it good, No brighter was it than to-day, When spring comes smiling up this way. New York Sun. |