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Who is this comes up from the wilderness,
Leaning on her Beloved? It is the soul
At peace with God, to whom all nature speaks,
“Winter is past, the rain is o'er and gone,
Flowers on the earth appear, the time is come
For singing of the birds, the turtle's voice
Is heard, and in our land the fig-tree green
Puts forth her leaves, and fragrant is the vine!”
Leaning on her Beloved? It is the soul
At peace with God, to whom all nature speaks,
“Winter is past, the rain is o'er and gone,
Flowers on the earth appear, the time is come
For singing of the birds, the turtle's voice
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Puts forth her leaves, and fragrant is the vine!”
Who is this comes up from the wilderness,
Leaning on her Beloved? O thou, my soul,
Lean thou, for thou in Him shalt leaning find
His strength grow with thy weakness and thy trust.
Leaning on her Beloved? O thou, my soul,
Lean thou, for thou in Him shalt leaning find
His strength grow with thy weakness and thy trust.
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