As spring the winter doth
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As spring the winter doth succeed,
and leaves the naked trees do dress,
the earth, once dead, is clothed in green;
at sunshine each their joy express.
My winter's past, my storms are gone,
and former clouds seem now all fled.
But, if they must eclipse again, I'll run
where I was nourished.
I have a shelter from the storm,
a shadow from the fainting heat.
I have access unto the throne
where God doth dwell, so wondrous great.
My Sun's returned with healing wings;
my soul and body doth rejoice.
My heart exults and praises sings
to God who heard my wailing voice.
Words: Anne Bradstreet, 1657, alt.
Tune: Henry Lawes, A Paraphrase upon the Divine Poems,
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