Late Spring, Early Summer

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“It was a glorious morning, late spring or early summer, as you care to take it, when the dainty sheen of grass and leaf is blushing to a deeper green; and the year seems like a fair young maid, trembling with strange, wakening pulses on the brink of womanhood.” Jerome K. Jerome, “Three Men In A Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog)”  Ch. 6 (1889)

Hope

He died!

And with Him perished all that men hold dear;

Hope lay beside Him in the sepulcher,

Love grew corse [sic] cold, and all things beautiful beside

Died when He died . . . .


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