Maxioms by Richard Hovey
Make me over, Mother April,
When the sap begins to stir!
When thy flowery hand delivers
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Make me over, Mother April,
When the sap begins to stir!
When thy flowery hand delivers
All the mountain-prisoned rivers,
And thy great heart beats and quivers,
To revive the days that were.
For 't is always fair weather
When good fellows get together
With a stein on the table read more
For 't is always fair weather
When good fellows get together
With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.
