[Written for the Sentinel.]

EACH DAY IS SPRING

I looked across the vale to whereThe hills rose gently tier on tierAgainst the blue of heaven:New life hung vibrant in the air,Breathing its promise; spring is here,The whole world feels the leaven.

The sun has banished winter's cloudsAnd snow; has loosed the icy bandsAnd set the forest free.The little streams forget their shroudsOf silence, and with clapping handsDance gaily to the sea.

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