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SPRING.
    There are sad hearts, O Spring!
Frozen in bonds of weakness and mistrust,
Moaning for idols shattered in the dust,
    Come, and their sunshine bring.

    Pierce through their shrouded night
With hope, joy, love, and all the gifts divine
That rest within that gracious hand of thine,
    And win them back to light!