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EARLY SPRING.
A Jacob's ladder falls
On greening grass,
And o'er the mountain-walls
Young angels pass.
On greening grass,
And o'er the mountain-walls
Young angels pass.
III.
Before them fleets the shower,
And burst the buds,
And shine the level lands,
And flash the floods;
The stars are from their hands
Flung thro' the woods,
Before them fleets the shower,
And burst the buds,
And shine the level lands,
And flash the floods;
The stars are from their hands
Flung thro' the woods,
IV.
The woods with living airs
How softly fann'd,
Light airs from where the deep,
All down the sand,
The woods with living airs
How softly fann'd,
Light airs from where the deep,
All down the sand,
