That stands beside our door.

The red-breast sings from the tall larch

Which seems a sense of joy to yield

Edward will come with you, and pray,

We from to-day, my friend, will date

And from the blessed power that rolls

Well give to idlene九_九_藏_書ss.

From earth to man, from man to earth,

And grass in the green ?eld.

Our minds shall drink at every pore

Make haste, your morning task resign;

The spirit of the season.

Love, now an universal birth.

Well frame the measure oｒead•９９ｃsw•cｏｍf our souls,

It is the first mild day of March:

--It is the hour of feeling.

Each minute sweet九九藏書er than before,

Then come, my sister! come, I pray,

Our temper from to-day.

The opening of the year.

To the bare trees, and mountains bare,

About, below, above;

Put on with speed your woodland dress,

There is a blessing in the air,

Our liv九*九*藏*書ing Calendar:

From heart to heart is stealing,

Now that our morning meal is done,

With speed put on your woodland dress,

Well give to idleness.

And bring no book; for this one day

Some silent laws our hearts may make,

And bring no book, for thiｒｅａｄ.9９ｃｓw•cｏｍs one day

Which they shall long obey;

My Sister! (tis a wish of mine)

Come forth and feel the sun.

No joyless forms shall regulate

We for the year to come may take

They shall be tuned to love.

Than ?fty years of reason;

One moment now may give us more