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!
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