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Spring's face is wreathed in smiles. She had been driven / Hither and thither at the surly will / Of treacherous winds till her sweet heart was chill. / Into her grasp the sceptre has been given / And now she touches with a proud young hand / The earth, and turns to blossoms all the land.
We catch the smile, the joyousness, the pride, / And share them with her. Surely winter gloom / Is for the old, and frost is for the tomb. / Youth must have pleasure, and the tremulous tide / Of sun-kissed waves, and all the golden fire / Of Summer's noontide splendor of desire.