John Bannister Tabb


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The little birds that hither bring
The earliest messages of Spring,
Seem, fountain-like, to overflow
With music melted from the snow.

So sweet the tidings that they tell,
The hidden buds begin to swell,
Till suddenly, with lifted ears,
The leafy multitude appears.

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