EACH DAY IS SPRING

MARY ADAMS LEMBECK.

I looked across the vale to where
The hills rose gently tier on tier
Against the blue of heaven:
New life hung vibrant in the air,
Breathing its promise; spring is here,
The whole world feels the leaven.

The sun has banished winter's clouds
And snow; has loosed the icy bands
And set the forest free.
The little streams forget their shrouds
Of silence, and with clapping hands
Dance gaily to the sea.

The warm air touched the lowlands with
A marv'lous healing balm,
And bade the buds come forth
Nor ever fear. It was not myth
But truth, this wondrous birth whose psalm
Of joy reached south and north.

O struggling heart, what wintry blast
Hath robbed thee of thine own? Dost know
Winter is but within?
The stormy tempest cannot last
For those who rise and bid it go—
Good is the power, not sin.

For thoughts that open to the light,
Each day is spring to them, each day
Brings new life from above,
And holds them strong in God's own might;
Nor shall aught harm them by the way
Who keep close in His love.

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