Spring by Will M. Fleming

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In blue and gold she comes again,
   And all the world must sing
A thousand new-found melodies,
   To welcome joyous spring.

From hill and vale, from earth and sky
   A shout of praise goes forth,
The horsemen whistle as they ride
   By south and west and north.

For dull indeed is he who fails
   To face his life anew,
With heightened hopes and eager eyes,
   To see the story through.

While all the woes the world can show,
   May come and disappear,
Our heads are high, because we know
   That spring comes every year.

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 7 September 1929

Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography

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