Hope

This cherry tree, a few short months ago,Outlined against the winter's leaden sky,Clung to a knoll, all blanketed in snow.Its stark arms shivered as the wind passed by.

But coaxed by gentle winds of early spring,Warmed by the sun's invigorating rays,Its arms piled high in snowy blossomingIt fills with sweet perfume the passing days.

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Editorial
"Fear thou not; ... be not dismayed"
October 30, 1937
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