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SPRING.

Winter, that hung around us as a cloud,
Rolls slowly backward; from her icy sleep
Th' awakened earth starts up and shouts aloud,
The waters leap
From rock to rock with a tumultuous mirth,
With Bacchanalian madness and loud song;
From the fond bosom of the teeming earth
All young things throng;
And hopes rise bubbling from the deepest fountain
Of man's half-frozen heart. Faith trustingly
Rests its broad base on God, as doth a mountain
Upon the sea.
Affections pure, and human sympathies
The summer sun of charity relumes,
That fire divine that warms and vivifies,
But not consumes.

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Love, vernal music, charity, hope, faith,
Warm the cold earth, fair visions from on high,
Teaching to scorn and trample fear of death;
For naught can die.
S. E. de Vere.