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AT DULWICH.
Ah, the dear goodness of our gracious God!Oh what a glory gilds the fields to-day!
The “glad light green” of blithe old Chaucer's May
Gleams from the grass and laughs up as 'tis trod;
There, to warm wooing airs sweet cowslips nod,
While, from their honey'd cups, bees boom away;
Bright is the lime; bright is the willow's spray;
Glory and joy are everywhere abroad,
Nor from our hearts that laugh aloud His praise,
His goodness who has made the Spring so fair,
Down scattering such bright blessings on our ways,
Painting His power and mercy everywhere.
O well our hearts may we in gladness raise
To Him who takes for us such gracious care!
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