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Green is the blooming thicket,
Green is the budding bough,
And ivied wall and wicket
Are green and glowing now.
The freshening color passes
Through Spring's own veins, and fills
Green trees and seas and grasses,
Green vales and verdant hills.

And while the emerald fire
Sweeps over all the earth,
From Winter's gleaming pyre
Are lit the flames of Mirth;
And Youth and April Weather
In ecstasy are seen
To rise and dance together—
Green in a world of green.
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