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Show Jut Folks By EDGAR A. GUEST A NATURE SPREE. It's getting on to spring again, My thoughts are on the wing again To joys that are to be; And In a few short weeks again The hills and woods and creeks again Will whisper things to me. And every bird and bee again Will sing their tunes to me again And tell me It Is May, And like a spendthrift wild again. Or as a little child again I'll throw a day away. I'll quit the ceaseless grind again And leave all care behind again Nor think about the cost ; I'll spend on Idle day again. Nor count, the while I play again, The gold that may be lost. I'll chum with brook and sky aain And let the mad hours fly again, As sailors home from sea. " And for a little while again I'll be myself and smile again A. toller on a spree. (Copyright by -.dear A. Quest.) |