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| April | When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multiple OF golden chalices to humming birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky. |
| Autumn | The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. |
| Autumn | Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen. |
| Bobolinks | Modest and shy as a nun is she, One weak chirp is her only note, Braggarts and prince of braggarts is he, Pouring boasts from his little throat. |
| Bobolinks | Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest, Wearing a bright black wedding-coat, White are his shoulders and white his crest. |
| Change | Weep not that the world changes--did it keep A stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep. |
| Change | Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep. |
| Christmas | No trumpet-blast profound The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born, No bloody streamlet stained Earth's silver rivers on the sacred morn. |
| Daffodils | The daffodil is our doorside queen, She pushes upward the sword already, To spot with sunshine the early green. |
| December | Wild was the day, the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, When first the thoughtful and the free, Our fathers, trod the desert land. |
| Eyes | Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook. |
| February | The February sunshine steeps your boughs And tints the buds and swells the leaves within. |
| Flowers | Where fall the tears of love the rose appears, And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears, Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew. |
| Freedom | Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, Throws its last fetters off, and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race? |
| Gentians | And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. |
| Gentians | Thou blossom! bright with autumn dew, And colour's with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. |
| Ivy | The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love, The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above. |
| Jasmines | And at my silent window-sill The jessamine peeps in. |
| Moon | The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night. |
| Nature | Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings. |
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