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Wed. 17: We rose early this morning and hastened to open the window that we might imbibe the soft, spring breezes. The gay music of birds came stealing in before we had time to throw back the shutters. They were chanting right merrily their welcome to Spring. I sought in vain for a view of these little musicians, but they were not to be seen and I was forced to be content with listening to their songs; an easy task truly, for who could complain while enjoying such a treat? Joyfully did we unite with these unseen singers in saluting Spring, the bright Harbinger of freshness. We could distinctly see her footsteps on the mountainside and on the plain. Soon she will whisper to the trees that they may send forth their green leaves and the Earth too will hear her voice and open her arms that the tender grass and lovely flowers may spring up. We have already had some delightful walks on the soft ground. This afternoon we went out a little | |||
Wed. 17: We rose early this morning and hastened to open the window that we might imbibe the soft, spring breezes. The gay music of birds came stealing in before we had time to throw back the shutters. They were chanting right merrily their welcome to Spring. I sought in vain for a view of these little musicians, but they were not to be seen and I was forced to be content with listening to their songs; an easy task truly, for who could complain while enjoying such a treat? Joyfully did we unite with these unseen singers in saluting Spring, the bright Harbinger of freshness. We could distinctly see her footsteps on the mountainside and on the plain. Soon she will whisper to the trees that they may send forth their green leaves and the Earth too will hear her voice and open her arms that the tender grass and lovely flowers may spring up. We have already had some delightful walks on the soft ground. This afternoon we went out a little | |||
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annotation in pencil [1852 b/w Feb & July] /annotation
A Leaf from my Journal for Sarah.
Wed. 17: We rose early this morning and hastened to open the window that we might imbibe the soft, spring breezes. The gay music of birds came stealing in before we had time to throw back the shutters. They were chanting right merrily their welcome to Spring. I sought in vain for a view of these little musicians, but they were not to be seen and I was forced to be content with listening to their songs; an easy task truly, for who could complain while enjoying such a treat? Joyfully did we unite with these unseen singers in saluting Spring, the bright Harbinger of freshness. We could distinctly see her footsteps on the mountainside and on the plain. Soon she will whisper to the trees that they may send forth their green leaves and the Earth too will hear her voice and open her arms that the tender grass and lovely flowers may spring up. We have already had some delightful walks on the soft ground. This afternoon we went out a little