“I hear the sparrow’s ditty
Anear my study door;
A simple song of gladness
That winter days are o’er;
My heart is singing with him,
I love him more and more….
Oh, Spring is surely coming,
Her couriers fill the air;
Each morn are new arrivals,
Each night her ways prepare;
I scent her fragrant garments,
Her foot is on the stair.”

~ John Burroughs

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