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Her speech was all music;
Like moonlight she shone ; The envy
many, The glory of one.
Years, years fleeted over
I stood at her foot :
The bud had grown blossom,
The blossom was fruit.
A dignified mother,
Her infant she bore ;
Than ever before.
I saw her once more
'Twas the day that she died : Heaven's light was around her,
And God at her side ;
THE APPROACH OF SPRING.
O! SPRING-TIME now will soon be here-
year ; When fields are green, and skies are blue, And the world grows beautiful anew.
The storms and clouds shall pass from high ;
Then the laughing flowers on plant and tree
The birds shall build their nests, and wake
Then lives lithe Hope, live Love and Mirth ;
O! spring-time now will soon be here,
'Twas then I ventured first to twine
My Annie's trembling arm in mine ;
Through vocal fields and scented air.
O days of sunshine, song, and flowers !
There was one bank we loved to climb, All matted o'er with fragrant thyme, And screened from every vagrant breeze But the sweet south, up which the bees
Came musical ; and there we stood,
Or turned where on the orchard trees
Young Spring sat swinging in the breeze,