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Of a thousand things that the Year snowed under- / The busy Old Year who has gone away- / How many will rise in the Spring, I wonder, / Brought to life by the sun of May? / Will the rose-tree branches, so wholly hidden / That never a rose-tree seems to be, / At the sweet Spring's call come forth unbidden, / And bud in beauty, and bloom for me?
Will the fair green Earth, whose throbbing bosom / Is hid like a maid's in her gown at night, / Wake out of her sleep, and with blade and blossom / Gem her garments to please my sight? / Over the knoll in the valley yonder / The loveliest buttercups bloomed and grew; / When the snow has gone that drifted them under, / Will they shoot up sunward, and bloom anew?