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Every
spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.
Ellis
Peters
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Lord
of the springtime, Father of flower, field and fruit,
smile on us in these
earnest days when the work is heavy
and the toil wearisome; lift up our
hearts, O God,
to the things worthwhile--sunshine and night, the dripping
rain,
the song of the birds, books and music, and the voices of our
friends. Lift up our hearts to these this night and grant us Thy
peace. Amen.
W.E.B.
DuBois
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The
bud itself is the miracle. To watch the upthrust of a daffodil,
to see it take form as a flower-to-be, to see the
bud grow and take
on the warmth of color--there is the very synthesis of spring.
unattributed
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And the Spring arose
on the garden fair;
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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If Spring came but once in a century, instead
of once a year, or burst forth
with the sound of an
earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder
and expectation
there would be in all hearts to behold the
miraculous
change! But now the silent succession suggests
nothing but
necessity. To most people only the cessation of the miracle
would be miraculous and the perpetual exercise of God's
power
seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Praise with
elation
Praise every morning
Spring's re-creation
Of the First Day!
Eleanor
Farjeon
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The air and the
earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring;
the soil was full of
sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust.
The air one breathed
was saturated with earthy smells,
and the grass under foot had a
reflection of blue sky in it.
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In
those vernal seasons
of the year, when the
air is calm and pleasant,
it
were an injury and
sullenness against Nature
not to go out
and see
her
riches, and partake
in her rejoicing with
heaven and earth.
John
Milton
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It was a
perfect spring afternoon, and the air was filled with vague,
roving
scents, as if the earth exhaled the sweetness of hidden flowers.
Ellen
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Morning
The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
God's in his heaven--
All's right with the world.
Robert Browning
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Today, look at
the blue sky, hear the grass growing beneath your feet,
inhale the scent
of spring, let the fruits of the earth linger on your tongue,
reach out
and embrace those you love. Ask Spirit to awaken your
awareness
to
the sacredness of your sensory perceptions.
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When
the snowdrops push their green spears through the earth
I know that spring
has arrived, and each year I think
what a
miracle it is. No matter
how long the winter,
how hard the frost
or how deep the snow, Nature
triumphs. No season is awaited
so eagerly or welcomed so warmly
as
spring. . . . Each year I
am astonished by the wealth of flowers
the
season gives us:
the subtlety of the wild primroses and violets,
the
rich
palette of crocus in the parks, tall soldier tulips
and proud
trumpeting daffodils and narcissi.
Sheila
Pickles
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Nothing is so beautiful
as spring--
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.--Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning.
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Parting from
the Winter Stove
On the fifth
day after the rise of Spring,
Everywhere the season's gracious attitudes!
The white sun gradually lengthening its course,
The blue-grey clouds hanging as thought they would fall;
The last icicle breaking into splinters of jade:
The new stems marshalling red sprouts.
The things I meet are all full of gladness;
It is not only I who love the spring.
To welcome the flowers I stand in the back garden;
To enjoy the sunlight I sit under the front eaves.
Yet still in my heart there lingers one regret;
Soon I shall part with the flame of my red stove!
unattributed Chinese poem, ad 822
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Putting
in the Seed
You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.
Robert Frost |
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The
first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is
another.
The difference between them is sometimes as great as a
month.
Henry
van Dyke
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Spring
is when you feel like whistling
even with a shoe full of slush.
Doug
Larson
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"It's so
beautiful!" she said, a little breathless with her speed.
"You never saw anything so beautiful! It has come! I
thought
it had come that other morning, but it was only coming.
It is here now! It has come, the Spring!"
Frances Hodgson Burnett
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Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that
the gardener
seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer.
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It's
spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when
you've
got it, you want--oh, you don't quite know what it is you do
want,
but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
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If we had no winter, the spring
would not be so pleasant;
if we did not
sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so
welcome.
Anne Bradstreet |
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I
think that no matter how old or infirm I may become,
I will
always plant a large garden in the spring. Who can
resist
the feelings of hope and joy that one gets
from participating in nature's
rebirth?
Edward Giobbi |
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To be interested in the
changing seasons is a happier state
of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
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Spring unlocks the flowers that paint the laughing soil.
Reginald Herber
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Spring
bursts today,
For love is risen and all the earth's at play.
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Quick-growing bloom days when sap
flows fast like the swelling streams.
Rising from the dead, the work of the year is pushed on with enthusiasm as
if never done before, as if all God's glory depended upon it; inspiring
every
plant, bird, and stream to sing with youth's exuberance, painting flower
petals, making leaf patterns, weaving a fresh roof--all symbols of eternal
love.
John Muir
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