Now Marlow wakes to springtime's swelling sound,
The town adopts a spirit suited more
To birdsong and to blossoms that abound
As people gently stroll by Thames's shore,
In hues adapted to the weather's change,
At last released from winter's numbing gloom,
And in their hearts despondency exchange
For cheerfulness that floods through nature's room.
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