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VITA NUOVA
The miracle of the new leaf
Tempers my joy, and stills my grief,
Renews my hope, my trust,
That late were bowed even to the dust.
Tempers my joy, and stills my grief,
Renews my hope, my trust,
That late were bowed even to the dust.
I see in the young blades of grass
God's face as in a looking-glass,
And read His meanings plain
In the spring scents and the young grain.
God's face as in a looking-glass,
And read His meanings plain
In the spring scents and the young grain.
Or by an amber woodland brook
I scan God's thought as in a book,
Since the late-frozen spring
Begins to leap, begins to sing.
I scan God's thought as in a book,
Since the late-frozen spring
Begins to leap, begins to sing.
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O flower that only came to go,
Red as a rose and white as snow,
Will you not come again
After the winter and the rain?
Red as a rose and white as snow,
Will you not come again
After the winter and the rain?
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