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Midst bitten mead and acre shorn, / The world without is waste and worn,
But here within our orchard-close, / The guerdon of its labour shows.
O valiant Earth, O happy year / That mocks the threat of winter near,
And hangs aloft from tree to tree / The banners of the Spring to be.