Let us remember Spring will come again To the scorched, blackened woods, where the wounded trees Wait with their old wise patience for the heavenly rain, Sure of the sky: sure of the sea to send its healing breeze, Sure of the sun, and even as to these Surely the Spring, when God shall please, Will come again like a divine surprise To those who sit today with their great Dead, hands in their hands Eyes in their eyes At one with Love, at one with Grief: blind to the scattered things And changing skies.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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