Spring bursts
to-day,
For Christ is
risen and all the earth’s at play.
Flash forth,
thou Sun,
The rain is over
and gone, its work is done.
Winter is past,
Sweet Spring is
come at last, is come at last.
Bud, Fig and
Vine,
Bud, Olive, fat
with fruit and oil and wine.
Break forth this
morn
In roses, thou
but yesterday a Thorn.
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