How lovely the sun on the lingering snow
(Even so late as the middle of March);
How pleasant the murmuring sound of the streams
That flow, as the ice melts, down to the street.
How grateful ought we to be—give God the glory!—
That all that he promised is just as he said:
That spring follows winter, as each day grows longer,
And soon summer’s glory will shine once again.
I’ve had the first line of this rolling around in my head for more than a week, even when a storm earlier this week dumped enough snow that I doubted I would be able to talk about “lingering” snow for some time. And after a walk through the thaw today, the rest followed directly.
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