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THE spring is here and the long nights grow	A
Less bitterly cold than awhile ago	A
Our rags serve their purpose now and keep	B
Warmth enough in us to let us sleep	B
The rain that trickles down our walls	C
No longer seems to freeze as it falls	C
There was dust not mud on our feet to day	D
There's some green in a flower pot over the way	D
The sky strip over the court's changed hue	E
From dull yellow grey to clear grey blue	E
Through our broken windows no more the storm	F
Laughs and shrieks as we try to keep warm	F
But through dusty panes the long sunbeams peer	G
For the spring is here	H
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Small joy the greenness and grace of spring	I
To grey hard lives like our own can bring	I
A drowning man cares little to think	J
Of the lights on the waves where he soon must sink	J
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The greenest garments the spring can wear	K
Are black already with our despair	K
Earth will be one with us soon shall we care	K
If snow or sunshine be over us there	K
Or if wintry the world be we found so drear	K
Or if spring be here	K
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In the western half of our Christian town	L
The Winter only pretends to frown	L
And when his undreaded rage is done	M
The 'London season' they say is begun	M
With wine feast revelling laugh and song	N
The hours rose garlanded dance along	N
The whirl of wickedness wilder grows	O
In this western camp of our bitter foes	O
They fight with each other the victors take	P
The largest share of the wealth we make	P
They spend on their horses their women their wives	Q
The money wrung from our blasted lives	R
It is theirs to enjoy it is ours to pay	D
Do they never dream of a reckoning day	D
When the lives they have wrecked shall be counted up	S
And measured the blood that has brightened their cup	S
When we who have worked shall take payment due	E
And they for their work shall have payment too	E
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Do they dream of that coming hour Not they	D
Their feet flit fast down the smooth steep way	D
They see not the waiting snakes that hide	T
In the hothouse flowers at their life path's side	T
They know no justice no pity no fear	K
But the spring is here	K
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Yes here In the hope we had almost lost	U
That has sprung to bud after long years' frost	U
In this fire in our veins that cries 'Give youth	V
Love manhood life for the Right and the Truth '	-
In our steady purpose for Freedom's sake	P
Through custom privilege 'fate ' to break	P
In the brains of the thinkers the arms of the men	W
Who will strike and strike and still strike again	W
Till they cut our way to the land of flowers	X
And the summer of freedom at last is ours	X
In these is the spring The winter was sore	K
It is over and done and will come no more	K
The fruit will grow with the changing year	K
Though only the blossoms now appear	K
For the sake of the fruit the blossoms are dear	K
And the spring is here the spring is here	K

Edith Nesbit

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