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Poem by Florence Earle Coates
Sorrow, quit me for a while! Wintry days are over; Hope again, with April smile, Violets sows and clover. Pleasure follows in her path, Love itself flies after, And the brook a music hath Sweet as childhood's laughter. Not a bird upon the bough Can repress its rapture, Not a bud that blossoms now But doth beauty capture. Sorrow, thou art Winter's mate, Spring cannot regret thee; Yet, ah, yet -- my friend of late -- I shall not forget thee!
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