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Sweet April! from out of the hidden place / Where you keep your green and gold, / We pray thee to bring us a gift of grace, / When the little leaves unfold.
Oh! make us glad with the things that are young; / Give our hearts the quickened thrills / That used to answer each robin that sung / In the days of daffodils.
For what is the worth of all that we gain, / If we lose the old delight, / That came in the time of sun and rain, / When the whole round world seemed right?
It was then we gave, as we went along, / The faith that to-day we keep; / And those April days were for mirth and song, / While the nights were made for sleep.
Yet, though we follow with steps that are slow / The feet that dance and that run; / We would still be friends with the winds that blow, / And companions to the sun!