SPRING SONG.

SPRING SONG.

Spring comes hither,Buds the rose;Roses wither,Sweet Spring goes.Summer soars,—Wide-winged day;White light pours,Flies away.Soft winds blow,Westward born;Onward go,Toward the morn.

Spring comes hither,Buds the rose;Roses wither,Sweet Spring goes.Summer soars,—Wide-winged day;White light pours,Flies away.Soft winds blow,Westward born;Onward go,Toward the morn.

Spring comes hither,Buds the rose;Roses wither,Sweet Spring goes.

Spring comes hither,

Buds the rose;

Roses wither,

Sweet Spring goes.

Summer soars,—Wide-winged day;White light pours,Flies away.

Summer soars,—

Wide-winged day;

White light pours,

Flies away.

Soft winds blow,Westward born;Onward go,Toward the morn.

Soft winds blow,

Westward born;

Onward go,

Toward the morn.

—George Eliot.

Millions for defense, but not one cent for tribute.

—C. C. Pinckney.

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