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SONG.
- ALL my heart is stirring lightly
- Like dim violets winter‐bound,
- Quickening as they feel the brightly
- Glowing sunlight underground.
- Yea, this drear and silent bosom,
- Hushed as snow‐hid grove but now,
- Breaketh into leaf and blossom
- Like a gleaming vernal bough.
- Oh the singing, singing, singing!
- Callow hopes that thrill my breast!
- Can the lark of love be winging
- Back to its abandoned nest?
