Sky's hand of good, ministering;
A spring rain heard for.
And through bird, what underscore
Trumpet-like, there below
This blessed sign raised, heralds
Renewal's pure upglow.
In that consecrated place
For emtombed lily
So do they, naively
If aptly expound
Who in their petalled hopes
Pious-deep are found.
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