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Till Christ, thy glorious Lord, with clouds shall
come, And call thee hence, to share His heavenly
"For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; the fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape givo a good smell. Arise my love, my fair one, and come away."—Canticles ii. 11—13.
Winter is over, with its chilling rains,
beam. Fresh from her death-like sleep, Creation wakes, And, with a bound, to life and beauty breaks.
The woody glades, and sloping valleys ring With Nature's choir, the warbling birds of
Winter is over, and the new-born soul
Winter is over, through the joyous world
"When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee."—Isaiah xliii. 2.
Proudly floats the noble bark,
As the waters gently lave,
Scarce a ripple o'er the wave.
But the calm portends a blast,
Tells of danger lurking nigh;
'Twas the stormy petrel's cry.
On it comes, the sweeping blast,
Though the spray bedew her mast
For her sails are furled and ready,
All her seamen brave and steady.
Christian sailor, fear the calm,
Though it seem a false alarm,
Close the portholes, watch and pray,
Keep a look-out night and day.
Now the tempest's furious sweep
'Mid the yawning billows deep
Righted now, she floats again
O'er the rough and stormy main.