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Show TO APRIL. O April, thou fairy, now mood v. now airy, To what shall 1 liken thy art? Thy magical power woos leaf, bud and flower To ope to the sun's golden' dart. Now blossoms the fairest, their perfume the rarest, t Each valley and woodland do fill; And o'er the gay llowers, in gossamer showers. Soft falls the cool rain on the hill. The Klimmering river o'er green moss doth quiver. As onwtird it Hows to the sea; New charms it revealeth, while kisses it stealeth Of blossoms that grow in the leal" In frolicsome meeting the birds sing tl.cir greeting To nature as spring draweth nigh; Their pinions are fleetest, their carols the sweetest. That shower-like e'er fell from the sky. ilow sweet is the knelling, on soft breezes swelling. That bids thee., O April, away; For now bells are ringing and gay voices singinjr. To welcome the month of the Mav. MARY KINNEY, Class '01. |