As the fledgling’s cry o’er the wood
And colour bursts from every bud
I whoop and holler with delight
Lengthening day; shortened night.
Blossom of beauty steals my voice
In praise of wonder I rejoice
Nature revealing in my sight
Lengthening day; shortened night.
With a flush of pride, I admire
Meadows pour forth in fresh attire
The noon day sun, crawls to its height
Lengthening day; shortened night.
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