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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Apr 6, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 14.

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Plum Blossoms

By George E. Tack

GEORGE E. TACK
The angel of earth’s spring came down From fields of paradise, And called unto the meadows brown, “Ope now your violet eyes.”
The meadows sighed, then whispered low, “We fear the winter’s wrath; His blighting breath doth coldly blow Above the aftermath.”
The angel smiled, then softly sang Of golden days to be; And hark! the woodland echoes rang The mock-bird’s threnody.
The March skies heard the enchanting sound, And smiled with keen delight; A thrill went through the pulsing ground, And lo! spring’s banners white, Unfurled in camps embrowned, were seen; While bugle-calls rang sweet From lips of south winds o’er the green, To winter’s swift retreat.
Baltimore, Md.