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The snow-drops rising hand in hand
Proclaim that spring is here;
The willow's silver finger-tips
In swamp and wood appear;
The bluebird pauses from his work
To tell that May is near.

My heart keeps time to merry songs,
The songs the happy birds sing;
Oh! I could dance for very joy
To music of the spring;
The gladdest days of all the year
Are these that promise bring.

For sweeter far than what we see,
The dream of all that is to be.