Why does the chilling winter's morn
Smile, like a field beset with corn?
Or smell like a meadow newly shorn
Thus on the sudden? Come and see
The cause, why things thus fragrant be:
'Tis He is born, whose quick'ning birth
Gives life and lustre, public mirth,
To heaven and the underneath.
We see Him come, and know Him ours,
Who, with His sunshine and His show'rs,
Turns all the patient ground to flow'rs.
The Darling of the world is come,
And fit it is, we find a room
To welcome Him, to welcome Him.
The nobler part of all the house here, is the heart,
Which we will give him...
-excerpt from "What Sweeter Music", Robert Herrick
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just a note to all those friends of cath responsible for these incredible flowers and many other kindnesses large and small to my sister - I love you! I don't even know all of you, but my heart is grateful that she has good people like you in her life.
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