And peace shall dawn again,

Our nation’s annals will reveal

The glory of his reign.

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SPRING IS HERE.

Oh Spring is here, awake, awake,

Flowers are blooming in the vales,

In forests deep, by brook and lake,

Where soft voiced winds blow gentle gales.

There lucid waters as they flow,

And ripple in the ebbing tide,

In the bright sunshine come and go,

Sighing, then merging far and wide.

Oh Spring, sweet Spring, youth of the year,

Love opens her casement to peep

At the lilac bloom nestling near,

The garden gate where trysts they keep.

Sweet voiced songsters warble and coo,

Building their nests in trees o’erhead,

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