Winter is gone; the green moves as a tide Racing towards the altar of the Spring The budding year approaches as a bride And choirs in their feathered brilliance sing.
If in my soul a sorrow still resides For one who was all seasons to my heart The knowledge of a greater Spring abides And I am left to seek that higher part,
Fulfil the destiny that is my call Nor linger long with memories of grief. We must press on, the spirit cannot fall, To own the light is our sole relief.
This day with God's own fire animate This breathing life with heavenly nectar sate.
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