Poem by Katharine Tynan

Slow Spring

O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy,
    The days go on
With almonds showing the pink stars blowing
    And birds in the dawn.

Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear,
    Or a lamb that is mild,
By little steps, and by little skips,
    Like a lamb or a child.

1. Sweet Pea
2. The Pastoral Pilgrim
3. The Vestal
4. The Mother of Three
5. Good Friday, A.D. 33

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