Easter’s Promise

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    Now the snow begins to melt;
    The earth is cold and brown.
    I wonder where the flowers are—
    There’s not a bloom around.
    Do they sleep beneath the earth
    And stretch impatiently
    And wait until the sun comes out
    To be alive and free?
    And do you think that when we die,
    We’ll slumber for a while
    And then like flowers bloom again
    With Heavenly Father’s smile?

    [illustration] Illustrated by Dick Brown