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| O DEAREST bloom the seasons know, | |
| Flowers of the Resurrection blow, | |
| Our hope and faith restore; | |
| And through the bitterness of death | |
| And loss and sorrow, breathe a breath | 5 |
| Of life forevermore! | |
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| The thought of Love Immortal blends | |
| With fond remembrances of friends; | |
| In you, O sacred flowers, | |
| By human love made doubly sweet, | 10 |
| The heavenly and the earthly meet, | |
The heart of Christ and ours!
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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