The Spring Has Come
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Peter S. Quinn
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The spring has come in its never ending
To haunt my heart and forth it further bring
With tinctures of its fairy blending
In moments of its timeless clinging
This softness so much now everywhere
From the hillsides falling in the air
Each day and night is like a fantasy
With glowing hills and their loneliness
A love song in the hands of the all free
With every of its airworthiness
And the highest towers of hills awake
In a brighten play of a morning song
In towering glow of shadow's daybreak
When a heart in the hours will go and long
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