LINES WRITTEN AT A SMALL DISTANCE...
Which they shall long obey;
Edward will come with you, and pray,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
Our minds shall drink at every pore
Our temper from to-day.
Now that our morning meal is done,
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
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One moment now may give us more
From heart to heart is stealing,
Each minute sweeter than before,
It is the first mild day of March:
And bring no book; for this one day
With speed put on your woodlan藏书网d dress,
Well give to idleness.
The opening of the year.
My Sister! (tis a wish of mine)
Come forth and feel the sun.
We for the year to come may take
And from the blessed power that rolls
Put on with speed your woodland dress,
That stwww.99lib.netands beside our door.
From earth to man, from man to earth,
--It is the hour of feeling.
And bring no book, for this one day
About, below, above;
The spirit of the season.
Love, now an universal birth.
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Our living Calendar:
There is a blessing in the air,
They shall be tuned to love.
Well frame the measure of our souls,
The red-breast si九_九_藏_书_网ngs from the tall larch
Than ?fty years of reason;
Well give to idleness.
Make haste, your morning task resign;
We from to-day, my friend, will date
And grass in the green ?eld.
Then come, my sister! come, I pray,
Some silent laws our hearts may make,