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<h3 id="id00254" style="margin-top: 3em"> THE WIND OF SPRING</h3>
<p id="id00255"> The wind that breathes of columbines<br/>
And celandines that crowd the rocks;<br/>
That shakes the balsam of the pines<br/>
With laughter from his airy locks,<br/>
Stops at my city door and knocks.<br/></p>
<p id="id00256"> He calls me far a-forest, where<br/>
The twin-leaf and the blood-root bloom;<br/>
And, circled by the amber air,<br/>
Life sits with beauty and perfume<br/>
Weaving the new web of her loom.<br/></p>
<p id="id00257"> He calls me where the waters run<br/>
Through fronding ferns where wades the hern;<br/>
And, sparkling in the equal sun,<br/>
Song leans above her brimming urn,<br/>
And dreams the dreams that love shall learn.<br/></p>
<p id="id00258"> The wind has summoned, and I go:<br/>
To read God's meaning in each line<br/>
The wildflowers write; and, walking slow,<br/>
God's purpose, of which song is sign,—<br/>
The wind's great, gusty hand in mine.<br/></p>
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