Lifts its sweet head into the air, and feeds

A silent space with ever sprouting green.

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Lifts its sweet head into the air, and feeds A silent space with ever sprouting green. 12

Man himself seemed to regenerate, and feel the frost of winter yield to an elastic and warm renewal of life⁠—reason told us that care and sorrow would grow with the opening year⁠—but how to believe the ominous voice breathed up with pestiferous vapours from fear’s dim cavern, while nature, laughing and scattering from her green lap flowers, and fruits, and sparkling waters, invited us to join the gay masque of young life she led upon the scene?