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A stroll at dawn brings William Wordsworth, “Lines Written in Early Spring” to mind.The birds around me hopped and played,Their thoughts I cannot measure:—But the least motion which they madeIt seemed a thrill of pleasure.The budding twigs spread out their fan,To catch the breezy air;And I must think, do all I can,That there was pleasure there.If you’ve been here in early spring, you know.~Joy