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POEMS.
Zephyr with his team is dashing
Swiftly over land and sea,
Where he sweeps — the waves are flashing,
Banks are green, and streamlets free.
*Neath the azure skies of spring,
All the budding groves among,
Little birds in joyous ring,
Gather for their feast of song.
Charméd by their strains, each bud
Opes its eye in field and brake;
While, applauding in the wood,
Tender leaflets thrill and shake.
Merry midges loudly cheer,
Dancing in their chambers bright ;
Round the honeyed blossom near
Bees are murmuring with delight.
In the golden sunbeams flash
Purple-winged butterflies ;
O’er the flow’ry meads they dash,
Full of fluttering hopes and joys.
Spring all living creatures hail ;
Whilst man claims, with yearnings high,
Promises that ne’er shall fail,
As he gazes towards the sky.
For this short-lived spring, this clear
Crescent moon of life, was given
As a type, foreshadowing here
That eternal spring of heaven.
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