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 Now is that glorious resurrection time

When all earth's buried beauties have new birth;

Behold the yearly miracle complete,—

God hath created a new heaven and earth!

No tree that wants its joyful garments now,

No flower but hastes his bravery to don;

God bids thee to this marriage feast of joy,

Let thy soul put the wedding garment on.

All fringed with festal gold the barberry stands;

The ferns, exultant, clap their new-made wings:

The hemlock rustles broideries of fresh green,

And thousand bells of pearl the blueberry rings.

The long, weird fingers of the old white-pines

Do beckon thee into the flickering wood,

Where moving spots of light show mystic flowers,

And wavering music fills the dreamy hours.