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Once more the Heavenly
Makes all things new,
And domes the red-plowed
With loving blue;

I saw her coming through the flowery grass,
Round her swift ankles butterfly and
Blent loud and silent wings ;
I saw her

the green of Jesus
is breaking the ground
and the sweet
smell of delicious Jesus