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FIRST SPRING MORNING

(A Child’s Poem) Look! Look! the spring is come: O feel the gentle air, That wanders thro’ the boughs to burst The thick buds everywhere! The birds are glad to see The high unclouded sun: Winter is fled away, they sing, The. gay time is begun. Adown the meadows green Let us go dance and play, And look for violets in the lane, And ramble far away To gather primroses, That in the woodland grow, And hunt for oxlips, or if yet The blades of bluebells show: There the old woodman gruff Hath half the coppice cut, And weaves the hurdles all day long Beside his willow hut. We’ll steal on him, and then Startle him, all with glee Singing our song of winter fled And summer soon to be. —Robert Bridges.

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Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20887, 19 August 1939, Page 15 (Supplement)

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FIRST SPRING MORNING Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20887, 19 August 1939, Page 15 (Supplement)

FIRST SPRING MORNING Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20887, 19 August 1939, Page 15 (Supplement)