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April.
Winter's sway
Pass'd away
'Neath a blue sky's leaven;
In its place
Out of space
Dropp'd a golden heaven!
Soft and low,
Sweet and slow,
Singing In the hollow;
Sun and rain
Back again,
Blithesome blooms a-follow!
Robins preen
'Mid the green
Draping Nature's altar;
In the mead
Happy reed
Lilts from dream-bound psalter.
Hopes and fears,
Smiles and tears,
In each gleam or shower;
Laugh and weep,
Sow and reap,
April's in her bower!
Winifred Virginia Jordan.
In Morven's Mead.
In Morven's Mead I heard a cry
And sound of glad wings passing by;
And searching softly o'er the ground,
A smiling, star-fac'd flower found!
Winifred V. Jordan.
The Night Wind Bared My Heart.
The Night Wind bared my heart;
I felt the old, keen smart
Of grief: cold Mem'ry's eyes
Her subtle misery plies
With art!
