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I know not what the cause may be	A
Or whether there be one or many	A
But this year's Spring has seemed to me	A
More exquisite than any	A
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What happy days we spent together	B
In that fair Isle of primrose flowers	C
How brilliant was the April weather	B
What glorious sunshine and what showers	C
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I think the leaves peeped out and in	D
At every change from cold to heat	E
The grass threw off a livelier sheen	F
From dewdrops sparkling at our feet	E
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What wealth of early bloom was there	G
The wind flow'r and the primrose pale	H
On bank or copse and orchis rare	G
And cowslip covering Wroxhall dale	H
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And oh the splendour of the sea	A
The blue belt glimmering soft and far	I
Through many a tumbled rock and tree	A
Strewn 'neath the overhanging scar	I
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'Tis twenty years and more since here	J
As man and wife we sought this Isle	K
Dear to us both O wife most dear	L
And we can greet it with a smile	K
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Not now alone we come once more	M
But bringing young ones of our brood	N
One boy Salopian and four	M
Girls blooming into maidenhood	N
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And I had late begun to fret	N
And sicken at the sordid town	O
The crime the guilt and loathlier yet	N
The helpless hopeless sinking down	O
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The want the misery the woe	P
The stubborn heart which will not turn	Q
The tears which will or will not flow	P
The shame which does or does not burn	Q
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And Winter's frosts had proved unkind	N
With darkest gloom and deadliest cold	N
A time which will be brought to mind	N
And talked of when our boys are old	N
	-
And thus the contrast seemed to wake	R
New vigour in the heart and brain	S
Sea land and sky conspired to make	R
The jaded spirit young again	T
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Or hopes for growing girl or boy	U
Or thankfulness for things that be	A
Or sweet content in wedded joy	U
Set all the world to harmony	A
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And so I know not if it be	A
That there are causes one or many	A
But this year's Spring still seems to me	A
More exquisite than any	A

Horace Smith

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