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Welcome
children of the Spring, In your garbs of green and gold, Lifting up your sun-crowned heads On the verdant plain and wold. As a bright and joyous troop In the dusty streets and lanes, Dewdrops and the morning sun, Children of the earth and sun. In this sin-dimmed world of ours, Would we not more thankful be For the love that sends us flowers? Welcome, early visitants, |