A SPRING PRAYER

In springNature is a busy housewife,Sweeping, scrubbing the earthWith her wind and showers,Then decorating its cleanlinessWith her colorful flowers.

So Love doth comeTo thought,Casting out the imagesFear hath wrought,Leaving in their placeCourage, gentleness, and grace.

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