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Show THE DAVS Or SPILING. The blrdn are twittcriiiK their love while they build tliclr mixta, the aliriih-bery aliriih-bery in tlio lawn la building, the grnna in .cplng above tlie od and tbe air 1 frvah and bracing with ozone. And thla is what ia called pring the moat delightful de-lightful purl of the ) par. Always looking look-ing ahiiud.welx-Klntfltliliikot buiuiiht. Tbe pructlcul man la anklng: "What will the harveat be?" Spring opens w'th the canyons in the mountain range tilled with snow and packed tu an almost preredeuted depth. Thl Is a promise that when the hot days vouie, the streams will lie higher than lu years anil the Irrigation ennuis will lie kept bank full and the farmer will no lunger lung-er wlilalle In minor key. With the opening of spring we are unsured a most proaruua summer, with bountiful harvests in the full mid then plenty of good things stored away in the cellars for winter. With the outlook so cheering, there should be no truce of drooping spirits. Every ray of 'sunshine impinged on mi hi lit al ti peak and sent shimmering I through the shadows ill the vullnys he-luvr, he-luvr, every xephyr freighted wilhlnil-euiu wilhlnil-euiu of pine and the frugrnnce of flow-erB, flow-erB, every burst of verdure from out old mother earth, every 'note wurbled In the tree Uips should animate aud inspire. -Ogden Standard. |