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Baby buds and baby sprouts,
baby leaves and baby flowers:
hills and fields, gardens, paths,
all together blaze with green flames.
Above and below, dazzling bright.
Everything warm and snug.
Who said this is the cruellest month?
Don't attribute to the seasons
all the devastations of your heart!
Don't shut your eyes, then say it's dark.
April is Mother of Charity,
a world of new greens, and of children.