THE HEALING SPRING

The southern rains came gently to our landLast night, and I could hear the rippling flowOf winter melting in the darkness, fannedAnd warmed by April winds across the snow.The temporal enchantment of the fleshHides only winter bleakness, gray with grief,Whose unreal pleasures deaden and enmeshThe mind in frozen patterns of belief;While Christ's redemptive spring can tenderlySubdue the world with rains that heal and bless,Can crack the crystal glaze of falsityWith genial winds of love and godliness.And, oh, the April stirrings to be felt—That all the heart's obdurate sins may melt!

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