Because gerard

 NOTHING is so beautiful as spring—

 When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;

 Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush

Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring

 The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;

  The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush

  The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush

 With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

  

What is all this juice and all this joy?

 A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning

In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,

 Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,

Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,

Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

This was on the radio earlier today and because I like GMH and because I like Spring and because I am supposed to be writing a sermon and not doing this, here it is.

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