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/ Come to thy bowers, sweet spring, / And paint the gray, stark trees, / The bud, the leaf and wing -- / Bring with thee brush and breeze.
/ And soft thy shading lay / On vale and woodland deep; / With sunshine's lovely ray / Light o'er the rugged steep.
/ More softly warm and weave / The patient, timid grass, / Till heard at silvery eve / Poor robin's lonely mass.
/ Bid faithful swallows come / And build their cozy nests, / Where wind nor storm can numb / Their downy little breasts.
/ Come at the sad heart's call, / To empty summer bowers, / Where still and dead are all / The vernal songs and flowers.
/ It may be months or years / Since joyous spring was there. / O come to clouds and tears / With light and song and prayer!