Consider all things tender-young
And how they warm us into age
And how they wick away despair,
Amaze us into wonder.
They will wake us.
Consider all things newly leaved
Or budded, fringed, their blush
And ivory opalescence, honey
Golden furled and folded.
They will green us.
Consider all things newly furred
Or feathered, pink-skinned, tumbling,
Trusting, gladsome, variously
Inclined to stray and follow.
They will lead us.
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