Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Quotes

Never yet was a springtime,Late though lingered the snow,That the sap stirred not at the whisperOf the southwind, sweet and low;Never yet was a springtimeWhen the buds forgot to blow.
Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

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