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Lo, now comes the April pageant / And the Easter of the year. / Now the tulip lifts her chalice, / And the hyacinth his spear; / All the daffodils and jonquils / With their hearts of gold are here. / Child of the immortal vision, / What hast thou to do with fear?
When the summons wakes the impulse, / And the blood beats in the vein, / Let no grief thy dream encumber, / No regret thy thought detain. / Through the scented bloom-hung valleys, / Over tillage, wood and plain, / Comes the soothing south wind laden / With the sweet impartial rain.