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The sun has come to lowest ebb As winters fist fits tighter, The nights are black, The winds blow cold, Life, now, becomes the fighter. In dark despair. when sky is velvet, The diamonds of the sky Show the way to brighter days When larks once more will fly In heavens blue, And evenings red, When rustling leaves will sigh. The shadows, grey. Will soon give way To singing birds on tree, To woodlands, ever filled with bells, Ringing merrily. The promise that the sun will rise Is written in the stars, Though winter is a jail to man And icicles its bars, The golden ray will warm the day, The sunshine will ripen corn, Each tree will touch the sky above, As life once more is born. |