The
breeze is sweet with golden song,
Blossoms,
their fragrance, spill,The winter wind's howl in the night
Gives way to Robin’s trill.
Although my heart has felt the cold
Of death and winter’s chill,
I feel it warming like the spring
And life blossoms there still.
So I will wipe my tears away
And let spring warm my heart.
It may take me longer to bloom,
But it is time to start!
Song of Songs 2:12
Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
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