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ore strong than death;
And in our hearts are seeds of love and faith,
Ah, sun and showers, be kind, and let them grow.
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RESURGAM.
Swift pass the hours, or lengthened by our hearts
Uncertain measurement of time,
And when we dream the year has just awoke,
We wake to find her in her prime.
We sadden with the dying Autumn leaves,
Yet falling seeds their promise bring;
Through long dark Winter days we only wait
A resurrection in the coming Spring.
Within each hour the precious minutes lie
Like seeds awaiting Spring's first breath,
God's harvest-time shall show us if they bear
The flowers of life or death.
_Caris Brooke._
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Cold is the earth, the flowers below,
Fearful of Winter's hand, lie curled;
But Spring will come again you know,
And glorify the world.
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Dark is the night, no stars or moon;
But at its blackest night is done;
All after hastens to the noon,
The triumph of the sun!
And life is short, and love is brief--
Be patient! There will be--they say
New life, divine beyond belief,
Somewhere, somehow, some day!
_E. Nesbit._
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MARCH VIOLETS.
This busy, dusty wind that blows
Along the cruel streets,
Right to the heart of violets goes,
And robs them of their sweets.
And as along the cruel street
The keen wind robs the flowers,
So the cold kindness that we meet
Blights these poor hearts of ours.
But if you tend with warmth, you know,
Your violets, they give
Sweet scent again, as if to show
How glad they are to live.
We think if some one loved us too
Our hearts would break to prove
By all that we could say or do,
How glad we were to love!
_E. Nesbit._
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Dream footsteps wandering past us in our sleep,
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