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Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

From abundance springs satiety.

Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.

The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.

In spring, the dead trees, roots, and animals come to life again exactly as they were, thus providing hundreds of thousands of examples, specimens, and proofs of the supreme resurrection.

Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

Each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle.

These things don't just come, arrive and settle like a bird picking up a few bits of crumbs. They develop. I think the best word for these things is develop. They develop because of the human beings who just happen to be there at the time.

Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.