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<h4 id="id00097" style="margin-top: 2em">SPRING SONG OF THE SWALLOW.</h4>
<p id="id00098"> Oh, the days are growing longer;<br/>
So rang the jubilant song of the swallow;<br/>
I come a-bringing beauty into the land,<br/>
The sky of the West grows warm and yellow,<br/>
Oh, gladness comes with my light-winged band,<br/>
And the days are growing longer.<br/></p>
<p id="id00099"> Oh, the days are growing longer,<br/>
The wavy gleam of fluttering wings,<br/>
Touching the silent earth so lightly,<br/>
Will wake all the sleeping, beautiful things,<br/>
The world will glow so brightly—brightly;<br/>
And the days are growing longer.<br/></p>
<p id="id00100"> Oh, the days are growing longer,<br/>
All the rivulets dumb will laugh, and run<br/>
Over the meadows with dancing feet;<br/>
Following the silvery plough of the sun,<br/>
Will be furrows filled with wild flowers sweet:<br/>
And the days are growing longer.<br/></p>
<p id="id00101"> Oh, the days are growing longer;<br/>
Over whispering streams will rushes lean,<br/>
To answer the waves' soft murmurous call;<br/>
The lily will bend from its watch-tower green,<br/>
To list to the lark's low madrigal,<br/>
And the days are growing longer.<br/></p>
<p id="id00102"> Oh, the days are growing longer;<br/>
When they lengthen to ripe and perfect prime,<br/>
Then, oh, then, I will build my happy nest;<br/>
And all in that pleasant and balmy time,<br/>
There never will be a bird so blest;<br/>
And the days are growing longer.<br/></p>
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