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Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
It was an April morning: fresh and clear
The Rivulet, delighting in its strength,
Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voice
Of waters which the winter had supplied
Five pounds fifty in change, exactly,
a library card on its date of expiry.
A postcard stamped,
In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.
Until tonight they were separate specialties,
different stories, the best of their own worst.
Riding my warm cabin home, I remember Betsy's
laughter; she laughed as you did, Rose, at the first
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in 'Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
In a week or ten days
the snow and ice
will melt from Cemetery Road.
Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things -
The song of birds, the rapture of the rose;
Cloud-dappled skies, the laugh of limpid springs,
Drowned sunbeams and the perfume April blows;
Stars wink out of existence
Butterflies fall from the sky
Rivers take the path of least resistance
Calmly we walk through this April's day,
Metropolitan poetry here and there,
In the park sit pauper and rentier,
The screaming children, the motor-car
A middle-northern March, now as always--
gusts from the South broken against cold winds--
but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide,
it moves--not into April--into a second March,
O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships.
With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks
The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips.
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
Being wrought not of a dearness and a death,
But of a love turned ashes and the breath
Gone out of beauty; never again will grow
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The roofs are shining from the rain.
The sparrows tritter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
When Watkin shifts the burden of his cares
And all that irked him in his bound employ,
Once more become a vagrom-hearted boy,
He moves to roundelays and jocund airs;
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
Het Is Maar 1 April
Het Doet Wat Het Wil
de winter verdween,
It's 1 April
It does what it will
The winter disappeared,
Hi, Sister Emily April,
The day is warm beneath the sky;
The sun above is beautiful,
As the birds are wheeling on high.
Happy birthday, Sister April,
Simple hello causes much mirth;
Sweet smile brings a thousand thrill,
Giving gladness to life on earth.
To: The Heavens Above
The Kingdom of God
In the Netherlands, it reverberates throughout the country on April 1:
There are differing opinions concerning how this day originated. Presently people call this day April Fools'Day, as it is known to the English.That is because of the lies that they tell so that those who hear them might believe them and thus become a victim for those who are making fun of him.The first mention of April Fool in the English language was in a magazine known as Dreck Magazine.On the second day of April in 1698 CE, this magazine mentioned that a number of people were invited to come and watch the washing of black people in the Tower of London on the morning of the first day of April.'Aasim ibn 'Abd-Allaah al-Qurawayti wrote that many of us celebrate what is known as April fool or, if it is translated literally, the "trick of April" But how much do we know of the bitter secret behind this day?
According to his research Islam was flourishing in Spain and those seeking the downfall of Islam made a careful study and concluded that it was because of the taqwa(piety) of the Muslims that Islam was so successful.So they introduced the younger Muslim generation to wine and other intoxicants and made such evils freely and cheaply available. This tactic evil tactic produced results and the faith of the Muslims began to weaken, especially among the young generation in Spain.
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