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Sunday, April 12, 2015

Renewing Hope

"How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean
Are thy returns! ev'n as the flowers in spring;
To which, besides their own demean,
The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring.
Grief melts away
Like snow in May,
As if there were no such thing.
Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart
Could have recover'd greenness?"
- George Herbert