Quote#Nature
Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound
Quote byLewis Morris · 1833–1907
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Harvest-Tide (1901), "Life-Music", line 1; p. 75..
English (original)
Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound, Young voices sing; Wreathe every door with snow-white garlands round, For lo! 'tis Spring! Winter has passed with its sad funeral train, And hope revives again.
— Lewis Morris
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