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The Earth prepares her bed for spring,
Her Lover is the Sun.
With gentle tears of April rain,
Her blossoms will be won.The glory of the daisy fields,
red roses on the vine,
the violets and the daffodils,
reveal what nature signs;
that through a cold and doubtful time,
when faith must bow to tests,
Spring must come and Love will shine,
and growth will bloom from rest.
After Winter’s ravages,
the Heart and Earth begin,
to whisper wondrous messages,
born somewhere deep, within.
Love and Spring are certain things
that teach us how to see,
when new, from old, again can grow
a song or sing a tree.
Love and Spring are names for things,
the lonesome Soul relays.
The time occurs for both and brings
new hope and Golden days.
The Earth prepares her bed for spring,
Her Lover is the Sun.
With gentle tears of April rain,
Her blossoms will be won.The glory of the daisy fields,
red roses on the vine,
the violets and the daffodils,
reveal what nature signs;
that through a cold and doubtful time,
when faith must bow to tests,
Spring must come and Love will shine,
and growth will bloom from rest.
After Winter’s ravages,
the Heart and Earth begin,
to whisper wondrous messages,
born somewhere deep, within.
Love and Spring are certain things
that teach us how to see,
when new, from old, again can grow
a song or sing a tree.
Love and Spring are names for things,
the lonesome Soul relays.
The time occurs for both and brings
new hope and Golden days.