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'Tis Spring-time. Each robin in its song. Each day so bring and long. Each tender leaf and flower. Each soft refreshing shower. Speaks forth in beauty new, - "'Tis Spring-time" And which we welcome, too. Each morn, with unclear flush. Each night with dreaming hush. Each green and fertile hill. Each gently flowing rill. Speaks forth in language sweet, - "'Tis Spring-time" And which we gladly greet.