SPRING SMILES
Spring smiles anew with myriad hue,
And laughs aloud in the breeze;
Pours forth her song blithe nests among,
Her dance in the waving trees:
And sweet such joys to hear and see,
Did but my Valentine rove with me!
Each path through life with flowers is rife,
And mirth is born in the breast,
And every day has its song and play,
And every age its zest:
And such long joys in store might be,
Would but my Valentine pair with me!
Enis Herne.
Spring smiles anew with myriad hue,
And laughs aloud in the breeze;
Pours forth her song blithe nests among,
Her dance in the waving trees:
And sweet such joys to hear and see,
Did but my Valentine rove with me!
Each path through life with flowers is rife,
And mirth is born in the breast,
And every day has its song and play,
And every age its zest:
And such long joys in store might be,
Would but my Valentine pair with me!
Enis Herne.
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