The icy blast that swept the barren hills,
Has fled before the perfumed breath of spring;
Where roared the tempest's voice in guttural tones.
The joyous meadow-larks and bluebirds sing;
The once gray sky that lowered with sullen clouds,
Now bends above with sun-lit smiles, serene;
The earth has cast aside her frozen robe,
Arrayed herself in flower-embroidered green;
Our hearts rejoice to see the season's birth,
And welcome this new heaven and this new earth.
The fear-winged blasts that swept our sense-bound hearts,
Have flown with powerless fury back to naught,
Before the purifying breath of Love
The advancing season of the Spirit brought.
Truth's light of being floods the consciousness,
While error's mists shrink closer to the sod:
Casting aside the cloak of false belief,
Man stands revealed the perfect child of God.
An angel-song proclaims this spiritual birth,
And we behold "a new heaven and a new earth."
