Resurgence

Sing, sing, my heart,For joy of Love unfolded.North wings the bird,In flight no storm can slow.Hard 'neath the frostThe bulb so neatly molded,Answers the spring's behestIts destiny to show.

Soft though the airsThat whisper, "Why not tarry?"Stronger the voiceThat bids me mount and soar.Heavy though my heartWith weight too great to carry,Love speaks the freeing word, and lo—Man's glory shines once more!

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Signs of the Times
February 3, 1945
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