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Nor void of beauties now the spring,Whose waters hid from summer sunHave sooth'd the thirsty pilgrim's ear With more than melody.
The green moss shines with icy glare;The long grass bends its spear-like form;And lovely is the silvery scene When faint the sunbeams smile.
Reflection too may love the hourWhen Nature, hid in Winter's grave,No more expands the bursting bud, Or bids the flowret bloom.
For Nature soon in Spring's best charmsShall rise reviv'd from Winter's grave,Again expand the bursting bud, And bid the flowret bloom.
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