The weeping eyes will not acknowledge hate.

When lovers meet forgiven after pain,

Tears cleanse the heart and mind of fire and mote,

And freshen countenance and bleach the stain.

O rain of peace, that washes doubt away,

And casts a burden from the heart and home.

Sad hearts in joy united on this day;

Now buds will bloom again in garden loam.

Glad tears that come unbidden thus and free

Have banished care and brought you back to me.

THE PROMISE OF SPRING

Today resplendent in red, grays and gold,

No wind disturbs the calm of Winter's rest,

But quiet and serene on earth's broad breast

Is shrub and bush and seed in loamy hold;

The buds on elm are waiting to unfold,

Our biddie hen wears crimson on her crest.

This gorgeous day, when children laugh and jest,

And run and dance and not a thought withhold.

For Winter's frost was gone at early noon.

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