These silent buds,
Sleeping when they must,
Wake to the gentle music,
During the Spring’s awakening chorus,
Many a time I smile,
Knowing the true heart-call,
That is in my soul,
Of the Spring’s sensational union,
For always are the true days,
Hearing for all eternity,
Your rose to cherish thru the new morning,
An Autograph Signed and Blessed By God.
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This poem is featured in Glory of The LORD