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water and whose holiday
is ever welcome ______________________
___________

If I should write the first
and dearest things of cheer
that comes to my mind you
would think I was bidding
you to to "[think on your
mareies - all underlined] __as poor old Uncle
Tom with few mareies - underlined] to think
"on" of, told and Chloe by way
of consoling her when he was
sold South.

But as I walk along the
pleasant streets and see the
swelling buds on roses and
lilacs and syringas in my
neighbors yards, and lilies
crocus and hosts of bulbous
things sending up their green
tips "sticking up their little
noses" as a gleeful child
used to say
thirty long years ago, and

I think as I gaze
what a cheerful [happy - underlined] thing