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Now it was the season when Winter was turning away with his rime

and to greet the world with his flowers came Prime, and the young

blooms were springing and the streams flowed ringing, and the

birds were sweetly singing, as saith the poet concerning a

certain city when describing it:-

A place secure from every thought of fear * Safety and peace for

ever lord it here: Its beauties seem to beautify its sons * And

as in Heaven its happy folk appear.