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