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I see the starting buds, I catch the gleam / In the near distance of a sun-kissed pool, / The blessed April air blows soft and cool, / Small wonder if all sorrow grows a dream, / And we forget that close around us lie / A city's poor, a city's misery.
Of every outward vision there is some / Internal counterpart. To-day I know / The blessedness of living, and the glow / Of life's dear spring-tide. I can bid thee come / In thought and wander where the fields are fair / With bursting life, and I, rejoicing, there.