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O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy, The days go on With almonds showing the pink stars blowing And birds in the dawn.
Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear, Or a lamb that is mild, By little steps, and by little skips, Like a lamb or a child.
Katharine Tynan
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