Thursday, December 25, 2014

Spring In The Holy Land Comments

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The sparrows are flying in the holy land, and the desert winds are not still,
On the green grass now the nightingales are lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the desert now boils in the wakening land like a fire from the East;
Fresh fountains through stones past as it bubble and murmur; at the banks Biblical beasts
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