A SONG

A SONG
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Scatter in spring-time a handful of seeds,
And gather in summer a lapful of flowers.
This is the song of the birds in the bowers,

This is the song of the wind in the reeds.

Down by the roadside and over the meads,
Under the sunshine and under the show- ers,

Scatter in spring-time a handful of seeds,
And gather in summer a lapful of flowers.

Scatter in childhood kind words and deeds,
Scatter them everywhere through all the hours;

Whether sky brightens or whether cloud lowers,

Their blossoms shall come to thee ere sum- mer speeds.

Scatter in spring-time a handful of seeds,
And gather in summer a lapful of flowers.