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burst with wild delight. 

My mind rushes ahead through the season. I can hardly wait for all the flowers that are coming—

I think of the "Glen" at Monsey and the hundred woods I know & the thousands of thousands of trees & small things & their Anglosaxon names and the time of their blooming— the mitrewort & the Bellwort and the Dutchman's [[strikethrough]] Brit [[/strikethrough]] Breeches; the Shin-leaf & the