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OUT in the sun the buttercups are gold, / The daisies silver all the grassy lane, / And spring has given love a flower to hold, / And love lays blindness on the eyes of pain.
Within are still, chill aisles and blazoned panes / And carven tombs where memory weeps no more.
And from the lost and holy days remains / One saint beside the long-closed western door.
Outside the world goes laughing lest it weep, / With here and there some happy child at play; / A mother worshipping the babe asleep, / Or two young lovers dreaming 'neath the May.
Within, the soul of love broods o'er the place; / The carven saint forgotten many a year / Still lifts to heaven his rapt adoring face / To pray, for those who leave him lonely here,
That once again the silent church may ring / With songs of joy triumphant over pain -- / Ah! God, who makest the miracle of spring / Make Thou dead faith and love to rise again.