Forgotten Ground Regained

Spring Morning

Blessed be he that breathes these breezes inThat drive out dust and sweeten scents.Oh, clear away all comfortable cobwebsThat nestle in my long-neglected nooksAnd mix up musty air with milder scents;Let some fresh flowers' fragrance soon fly in.How splendidly he shines these sunbeams in,Their radiance revealing dirty residuesWhere faintly fumbling fingertips once fell,The glow of glory gladdening the gloomFor weary spirits worn away by winter.Lord, shine your Spirit's splendor in my soulTo show the spots where secret sins have stained;Reveal the ruin, that I may repentAnd move from misery to merry moodAnd, laughing, live within your living light.
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