Call, call for more
Birds
The trees await
Now that Dawn’s awake
Now that the Spring smiles fair
Now that waves ripple sands
Now that alight immense coastal strands
Now that the lark soars high
Now that there’s burst of song in sky:
Now that the flowers wake
Now that glimmers the lake
Now that the sun rays light
Now that the day’s crowned bright
Now that Spring shows its might:
Call, call for more
Birds
The trees await
Now that Dawn’s awake
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