The wild birds watch for brighter days Ere they begin their hymns of praise, They wait a flower-decked world of light To take the place of winter's night. Not so our hearts! whose gratitude Depends not on the season's mood: The ceaseless blessings of new birth Bring glimpses of new heaven and earth.
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