When spring is first born
And the green first shows
Do the clouds dance for joy
As the sun melts all the snows?
When the lilies first appear
And the trees first put out leaf
Does the cold, bitter wind of north
Feel, as it hides, the bitterness and grief?
But, oh, I know I feel
Reborn with this light,
With the first warm sunshine
To chase away the cold night
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