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When April came with sunshine / And showers and lilac bloom, / My heart with sudden gladness / Was like a fragrant room.
Her eyes were heaven's own azure, / As deep as God's own truth. / Her soul was made of rapture / And mystery and youth.
She knew the sorry burden / Of all the ancient years, / Yet could not dwell with sadness / And memory and tears.
With her there was no shadow / Of failure nor despair, / But only loving joyance. / O Heart, how glad we were!