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.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England.
That is one good thing about this world... there are always sure to be more springs.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.
Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!
The Spring I seek is in a new face only.
Your days are short here; this is the last of your springs. And now in the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of Heaven. You will go away with old, good friends. And don't forget when you leave why you came.
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.
If you can visualize the whole of spring and see Paradise with the eye of belief, you may understand the utter majesty of everlasting Beauty. If you respond to that Beauty with the beauty of belief and worship, you will be a most beautiful creature.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.