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For the fruit of the time of our toil; For whate'er we have fought for; Whether born of the brain or the soil Be the meed we have sought for; For the gifts we have had from His hand Who is Lord of the living, Let there ring through the length of the land A Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving! - [Thanksgiving Day] The lyric sound of laughter Fills all the April hills The joy-song of the crocus, The mirth of daffodils. - April Music [April] It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl call "to-whoo"! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time. - Daffodil Time [Daffodils] Her feet along the dewy hills Are lighter than blown thistledown; She bears the glamour of one star Upon her violet crown. - Dusk [Twilight] Some must delve when the dawn is nigh; Some must toil when the noonday beams; But when might comes, and the soft winds sigh, Every man is a King of Dreams. - King of Dreams [Dreams] In the under-wood and the over-wood There is murmur and trill this day, For every bird is in lyric mood, And the wind will have its way. - May Magic [May] Then the nun-like twilight came, violent vestured and still, And the night's first star outshone afar on the eve of Bunker Hill. - On the Eve of Bunker Hill [Twilight] I sang the first green leaf upon the bough, The tiny kindling flame of emerald fire, The stir amid the roots of reeds, and how The sap will flush the briar. - Song in March [Spring] Mortals, while through the world you go, Hope may succor and faith befriend, Yet happy your hearts if you can but know, Love awaits at the journey's end! - The Journey's End--Envoy [Love] Upon my lips the breath of song, Within my heart a rhyme, Howe'er time trips or lags along, I keep abreast with time! - The Vagrant [Time] O the wind is a faun in the spring time When the ways are green for the tread of the May! List! hark his lay! Whist! mark his play! T-r-r-r-l! Hear how gay! - The Wind [Wind]
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