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AT EASTER TIME

Fresh airs through the heaven are blowing,
Soft vapors melt in the blue;
In music the streams are flowing,
And the world is clothed anew.
Life everywhere is waking,
And winter's woe is done;
Out of their prison breaking,
The flowers laugh in the sun.
O look abroad! O listen!
Sweet songs are in the skies;
God makes earth glow and glisten
Like the fields of Paradise.
O delight before us
As the fair days onward glide!
The birds' delicious chorus,
The splendor far and wide.
From the grass that is stealing slowly
To mantle the meadows in green,
From the crocus springing lowly
Where the golden daffodils lean.

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To the rainbow's delicate glory
Spanning the vast of the sky,
'Tis the same old heavenly story
Of beauty that cannot die.
Give thanks for the Easter gladness
With humble and grateful hearts;
Forgotten are doubt and sadness,
And the shadow of death departs.