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Now the win-ter cold is past,

And blithe March winds are blow-ing,

In shel-ter-ed nooks we find at last

Bright flow-ers of spring are grow-ing.

Along the hedge-row's mossy bank,

Where ivy green is creep-ing,

We see through weeds and net-tles rank

The dark-blue vi-o-let peep-ing.

And in the sun-ny gar-den beds

Gay a-co-nites are show-ing,

And snow-drops bend their grace-ful heads,

And cro-cus-es are glow-ing.

God makes the buds and leaves un-fold,

All flow-ers are of His giv-ing;

He guards them through the win-ter's cold,

He cares for all things liv-ing.