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Let us go / While Spring's delicious breezes blow, / And see the dunes and sedges grow / Green, white, and red -- / Now Winter's sped -- / And all the moorland is aglow.
Let us feel / The magic breath of springtime steal / On us, and everywhere reveal / The joyous strife / Of bursting life, / And hear the bells of heaven peal.
Let us see / The busy songsters' ecstasy, / And hear them pipe their songs of glee -- / For all the day / They seem to say, / The soul is happy that is free!
Love, divine, / Art thou not Spring, and give me wine / To quaff? For in this heart of mine / A new life grows, / And yields a rose / For thee -- the fragrance of it thine!
Hebe, dear, / The message of this Spring day hear; / See, love, the glory of the year: / The Spring is free, / So Summer be / The season in which joy is clear!