Poems (Proctor)/The South Wind
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THE SOUTH WIND.(Job xxxvii. 17.)
O the kiss of love and the soul of song Is the south wind after frosts and snows!Swallow and violet wait not long When warm from the vales of heaven it blows;And meadow and wood and ocean's breastIn a trance of blissful languor rest,And the stars beam soft on the brooding year,And God himself comes near, comes near, When He quiets the earth by the south wind!