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Now in the dark of February rains, / Poor lovers of the sunshine, spring is born, / The earthy fields are full of hidden corn, / And March's violets bud along the lanes;
Therefore with joy believe in what remains.
And thou who dost not feel them, do not scorn / Our early songs for winter overworn, / And faith in God's handwriting on the plains.
"Hope" writes he, "Love" in the first violet, / "Joy," even from Heaven, in songs and winds and trees; / And having caught the happy words in these / While Nature labours with the letters yet, / Spring cannot cheat us, though her _hopes_ be broken, / Nor leave us, for we know what God hath spoken.