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 REEN in light are the hills, and a calm wind
 * flowing
 * Filleth the void with a flood of the fragrance of
 * Spring;

Wings in this mansion of life are coming and going,
 * Voices of unseen loveliness carol and sing.

Coloured with buds of delight the boughs are sway-
 * ing,
 * Beauty walks in the woods, and wherever she rove

Flowers from wintry sleep, her enchantment obey-
 * ing,
 * Stir in the deep of her dream, reawaken to love.

Oh, now begone sullen care — this light is my see-
 * ing;
 * I am the palace, and mine are its windows and
 * walls;

Daybreak is come, and life from the darkness of
 * being
 * Springs, like a child from the womb, when the
 * lonely one calls.