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THE TURN OF THE YEAR, by                    
First Line: Down by the marsh the twigs of the maples are flaming
Last Line: May kiss the tips of her fingers.
Subject(s): Holidays; June; New Year


Down by the marsh the twigs of the maples are flaming,
And hark!
Over the meadow, the turn of the year proclaiming,
Comes the call of the lark!

Blow, winter winds, in vain your terrors repeating!
The drear,
Dead days are gone, and our pulses are beating and beating
The turn of the year!

Daily the evening flush in the sky is rising,
And soon
The hickory's buds shall burst, with their surprising
Prescience of June.

June! she comes -- she comes with her pageant royal!
And graciously lingers,
That we, on bended knee, her subjects loyal,
May kiss the tips of her fingers.





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