Michel Ruyter died 1676.
Abbe Charles de St. Pierre died 1743.
Matthew Vassar born 1792.
Edward Rowland Sill born 1841.
Never yet was a springtime,
Late though lingered the snow,
That the sap stirred not at the whisper
Of the south wind, sweet and low;
Never yet was a springtime
When the buds forgot to blow.
Ever the wings of the summer
Are folded under the mold;
Life that has known no dying,
Is Love's, to have and to hold,
Till, sudden, the burgeoning Easter!
The song! the green and the gold![1]
--Margaret E. Sangster.
In tracing the shade, I shall find out the sun.
--Owen Meredith.
All chastening seemeth for the present to be not joyous but
grievous; yet afterward it yieldeth peaceable fruit unto them that
have been exercised thereby, even the fruit of righteousness.
--Hebrews 12. 11.
Almighty God, grant that as the fulfillment of the green comes to the
withered grass, so thy restoring may come to me with the glory of life
that comes in the resurrection of the soul. I trust thee to bring me
out of winter's seal, that I may help make the spring. Amen.
[Footnote 1: From Easter Bells. Copyright, 1897, by Harper &
Brothers.]