Now is the high tide of the year, And whatever of life has ebbed away Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer, Into every bare inlet and creek and bay; Now the heart is so full that a drop overalls it. We are happy now because God wills it; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'tis enough for us now that the leaves are green. We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell We may shut our eyes. But we cannot help knowing That the skies are clear and grass is growing. James Russell Lowell.

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