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THE REAWAKENING
GREEN in light are the hills, and a calm wind
flowing
Filleth the void with a flood of the fragrance of
Spring;
Wings in this mansion of life are coming and going,
Voices of unseen loveliness carol and sing.
Coloured with buds of delight the boughs are sway-
ing,
Beauty walks in the woods, and wherever she rove
Flowers from wintry sleep, her enchantment obey-
ing,
Stir in the deep of her dream, reawaken to love.
Oh, now begone sullen care — this light is my see-
ing;
I am the palace, and mine are its windows and
walls;
Daybreak is come, and life from the darkness of
being
Springs, like a child from the womb, when the
lonely one calls