<h3 id="The_Miracle">The Miracle</h3>
<p>THERE’S not a leaf upon the tree<br/>
To show the sap is leaping,<br/>
There’s not a blade and not an ear<br/>
Escaped from winter’s keeping—<br/>
But there’s a something in the air<br/>
A something here, a something there,<br/>
A restless something everywhere—<br/>
A stirring in the sleeping!</p>
<p>A robin’s sudden, thrilling note!<br/>
And see—the sky is bluer!<br/>
The world, so ancient yesterday,<br/>
To-day seems strangely newer;<br/>
All that was wearisome and stale<br/>
Has wrapped itself in rosy veil—<br/>
The wraith of winter, grown so pale<br/>
That smiling spring peeps through her!</p>
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