Spring
Thou know'st one swallow doth not make the Spring, Nor two, nor twenty. Spring is in the heai't. And when the swallow lights, and folds his wing, And glad earth, breaking, bears a thousand buds, Whose perfume steals like music to the soul, Yet shall cold winter freeze the ice-bound heart. And when the swallow flies, and Winter's snow Earth's beauty drapes beneath her winding sheet, Yet in some hearts Spring's flowers are blushing still, Fragrant, unseen, untouched by frost or chill. This then the wish my heart shall breathe for thee, 'Mid all the joys which haply thine shall be, Thro' Summer, Winter, onward to thy rest, The heart of Spring beat ever in thy breast!
Kaber Harbison,
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New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, 1 November 1900, Page 153
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120Spring New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, 1 November 1900, Page 153
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