Poems (Grossman)/Spring
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SPRING
Sweet Spring is hereWith all its cheer;Bird on its wingsTo Nature singsSweet lullabies,Reaching the skies.
A magic wandCrosses the land!Snows disappear,Flowers their heads rear.
Sunbeams like gold,Blossoms unfold,Wind heaves a sigh,Cools the blue sky.
Hearts that were sadNow are made glad,—Happy and light,Bound with delight.
Sweet Spring is here,Bringing good cheer.
April, 1914.