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Now is the time of year / When all the flutes begin, -- / The redwing bold and clear, / The rainbird far and thin.
In all the waking lands / There's not a wilding thing / But knows and understands / The burden of the spring.
Now every voice alive / By rocky wood and stream / Is lifted to revive / The ecstasy, the dream.
For Nature, never old, / But busy as of yore, / From sun and rain and mould / Is making spring once more.
She sounds her magic note / By river-marge and hill, / And every woodland throat / Re-echoes with a thrill.
O mother of our days, / Hearing thy music call. / Teach us to know thy ways / And fear no more at all!