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Written at a small distance from my House, and sent by my

little Boy to the person to whom they are addressed.

It is the first mild day of March :
Each minute sweeter than before,
The Red-breast sings from the tall Larch
That stands beside our door.

There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass

in the
green

field.

My Sister! ('tis a wish of mine)
Now that our morning meal is done,
Make haste, your morning task resign;
Come forth and feel the sun.

Edward will come with you; and pray, Put on with speed your woodland dress And bring no book: for this one day We'll give to idleness.

No joyless forms shall regulate
Our living Calendar :
We from today, my Friend, will date
The opening of the year.

Love, now an universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to eart :
-It is the hour of feeling.

One moment now may give us more
Than fifty years of reason :
Our minds shall drink at every por
The spirit of the season.

Some silent laws our hearts may make,
Which they shall long obey :
We for the year to come may

take Our temper from to-day.

And from the blessed

power

that rolls
About, below, above,
We'll frame the measure of our souls:
They shall be tuned to love.

Then come, my Sister! come, I pray, With speed put on your woodland dress;

- And bring no book : for this one day We'll give to idleness.

THE

FEMALE VAGRANT.

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