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It is the first day of March,

Each minute sweeter than before;

The red-breast sings from the tall larch

That stands beside the 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.

Love, now a universal birth,

From heart to heart is stealing,

From earth to man, from man to earth;

It is the hour of feeling.

One moment now may give us more

Than fifty years of reason;

Our minds shall drink at every pore

The spirit of the season.