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I	A
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WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring A verdant crown	B
Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head	C
White tufted Guelder roses showering down	B
A fairy snow path where thy footsteps tread	C
Fragrance and balm which purple violets shed	C
Wild birds sweet warbling in commingled song	D
Brooklets thin murmuring down their pebbly bed	C
Or more abundant rivers swept along	D
With shoals of tiny fish in many a silver throng	D
II	A
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To THEE shall be unknown that weary pain	E
The feverish thirsting for a breath of air	F
Which chokes the heart of those who sigh in vain	E
For respite in their round of toil and care	F
Who never gaze on Nature fresh and fair	F
Nor in sweet leisure wile an hour away	G
But like caged creatures sullenly despair	F
As day monotonously follows day	G
Till youth wears on to age and strength to faint decay	G
III	A
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A feeble girl sits working all alone	H
A ruined Farmer's orphan pale and weak	I
Her early home to wealthier strangers gone	J
No rural beauty lingers on her cheek	I
Her woe worn looks a woeful heart bespeak	I
Though in her dull and rarely lifted eye	A
Whose glances nothing hope and nothing seek	I
Those who have time for pity might descry	F
A thousand shattered gleams of merriment gone by	A
IV	K
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Her window sill some sickly plants adorn	L
Poor links to memories sweet of Nature's green	M
There to the City's smoke polluted morn	L
The primrose lifts its leaves with buds between	M
'Minished and faint as though their life had been	N
Nipped by long pining and obscure regret	O
Torn from the sunny bank where erst were seen	M
Lovely and meek companions thickly set	O
The cowslip rich in scent and humble violet	P
V	K
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Too fanciful the plant but pines like her	F
For purer air for sunbeams warm and kind	Q
Th' enlivening joy of nature's busy stir	F
The rural freedom long since left behind	Q
For the fresh woodlands for the summer wind	Q
The open fields with perfumed clover spread	C
The hazel copse whose branches intertwined	Q
Made natural bow'rs and arches overhead	C
With many a narrow path where only two could tread	C
VI	K
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Never oh never more shall these afford	R
Her stifled heart their innocent delight	S
Never oh never more the rich accord	R
Of feathered songsters make her morning bright	S
Earning scant bread that finds no appetite	S
The sapless life she toils for lingers on	T
And when at length it sinks in dreary night	S
A shallow careless grave is dug where none	U
Come round to bless her rest whose ceaseless tasks are done	U
VII	K
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And now the devious threads her simple skill	V
Wove in a quaint device and flowery line	W
Adorn some happier maid whose wayward will	V
Was struck with wishing for the fair design	W
Some 'curl d darling' of a lordly line	W
Whose blooming cheek through veils of texture rare	F
Mantling with youth's warm blood is seen to shine	W
While her light garments draped with modest care	F
Soft as a dove's white wings float on the breezy air	F
VIII	K
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Oh there is need for permanent belief	K
In the All Equal World of Joy to come	X
Need for such solace to the restless grief	K
And heavy troubles of our earthly home	Y
Else might our wandering reason blindly roam	Y
And ask with all a heathen's discontent	Z
Why Joy's bright cup for some should sparkling foam	Y
While others not less worthy still lament	Z
And find the cup of tears the only portion sent	Z
IX	A2
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But for the Christian's hope how hard how cold	B2
How bitterly unjust our lot would seem	C2
How purposeless and sad to young and old	B2
How like the struggles of a torturing dream	C2
When ghastly midnight bids us strive and scream	C2
All fades all fleets of which our hearts grow fond	D2
Pain presses on us to the last extreme	C2
When lo the dawn upriseth clear beyond	D2
And radiant from the East forbids us to despond	D2
X	A2
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And many a crippled child and aged man	E2
And withered crone who once saw 'better days '	-
With just enough of intellect to scan	E2
This gracious truth uncheered by human praise	A2
Patient plods through the thorn encumbered ways	A2
Oh trust God counts the hours through which they sigh	K
While His green Spring eludes their suffering gaze	A2
And flowers along Earth's spangled bosom lie	K
Whose barren bloom for them must unenjoyed pass by	K
XI	A2
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So lives the little Trapper underground	D2
No glittering sunshine streaks the oozy wall	F2
Not e'en a lamp's cold glimmer shineth round	D2
Where he must sit through summer days and all	F2
While in warm upper air the cuckoos call	F2
For ever listening at the weary gate	D2
Where echoes of the unseen footsteps fall	F2
Early he comes and lingers long and late	D2
With savage men whose blows his misery aggravate	D2
XII	A2
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Yet sometimes for the heart of childhood is	A2
A thing so pregnant with joy's blessed sun	U
That all the dismal gloom that round him lies	A2
Can scarce suffice to bid its rays begone	U
In lieu of vain complaint or peevish moan	U
A feeble SONG the passing hour will mark	G2
Poor little nightingale that sing'st alone	U
Thy cage is very low and bitter dark	G2
But God hears thee who hears the glad upsoaring lark	G2
XIII	A2
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God seeth thee who sees the prosperous proud	D2
Into the sunshine of their joy go forth	H2
God marks thee weak one in the human crowd	D2
And judgeth all thy grief as all their mirth	I2
Bird with the broken wing that trails on earth	I2
His angels watch thee if none watch beside	D2
As faithfully despite thy lowly birth	I2
As the child royal of the queenly bride	D2
Or our belief is vain in Christ the Crucified	D2
XIV	K
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In Christ who made young children's guileless lives	A2
The cherished objects of His love and care	F
Who bade each sinner that for pardon strives	A2
Low at Heaven's feet a child like heart lay bare	F
Opening the world's great universal prayer	F
With these meek words 'Our Father ' Strange that we	A2
The common blessings of His earth and air	F
Deny to those who circling round His knee	A2
Embraced in mortal life His immortality	A2
XV	K
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Those 'common blessings ' In this chequered scene	U
How scant the gratitude we shew to God	D2
Is it in truth a privilege so mean	U
To wander with free footsteps o'er the sod	D2
See various blossoms paint the valley clod	D2
And all things into teeming beauty burst	D2
A miracle as great as Aaron's rod	D2
But that our senses into dulness nurst	D2
Recurring Custom still with Apathy hath curst	D2
XVI	K
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They who have rarest joy know Joy's true measure	F
They who most suffer value Suffering's pause	A2
They who but seldom taste the simplest pleasure	F
Kneel oftenest to the Giver and the Cause	A2
Heavy the curtains feasting Luxury draws	A2
To hide the sunset and the silver night	D2
While humbler hearts when Care no longer gnaws	A2
And some rare holiday permits delight	D2
Lingering with love would watch that earth enchanting sight	D2
XVII	K
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So sits the pallid weaver at his loom	J2
Copying the wreaths the artist pencil drew	F
In the dull confines of his cheerless room	J2
Glisten those tints of rich and living hue	F
The air is sweet the grass is fresh with dew	F
And feverish aches are throbbing in his veins	A2
But his are work day Springs and Summers too	F
And if he quit his loom he leaves his gains	A2
That gorgeous glistering silk designed with so much pains	A2
XVIII	K
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It shall be purchased as a robe of state	D2
By some great lady when his toil is done	U
While on her will obsequious shopmen wait	D2
To shift its radiance in the flattering sun	U
And as she listless eyes its beauty none	U
Her brow shall darken or her smile shall shade	D2
By a strange story yet a common one	U
Of tears that fell but not on her brocade	D2
And misery weakly borne while it was slowly made	D2
XIX	A2
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For while that silk the weaver's time beguiled	D2
His wife lay groaning on her narrow bed	D2
The suffering mother of a new born child	D2
Without a cradle for its weakly head	D2