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Come, let us go and be glad again together / Where of old our eyes were opened and we knew that we were free! / Come, for it is April, and her hands have loosed the tether / That has bound for long her children. -- who her children more / than we?
Hark! hear you not how the strong waters thunder / Down through the alders with the word they have to bring? / Even now they win the meadow and the withered turf is under, / And, above, the willows quiver with foreknowledge of the spring.