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April
At morn when light mine eyes unsealed
I gazed upon the open field;
The rain had fallen in the night --
The landscape in the new day's light
A countenance of grace revealed
Upon the meadow, wood and height.
The sun's light was a smile of gold,
Ere shut by sudden fold on fold
Of surging, showering clouds from view;
No sooner hid than it broke through
A tearful smile upon the wold
Where earth reflected heaven's blue.
Each separate divided part
Of day, was as the threefold art
Of God, who dreamed three dreams and made
The morning, noon, and night parade
In ever changing guise athwart
The day's hours, in His dreams arrayed.
The sky was as a canvas spun
To paint the new spring's nocturns on;
A blended melody of tints --
The sea's hue, and the myriad hints
Of garden-closes, when the sun
Hath stamped the work of nature's mints.
William Stanley Braithwaite
The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.
Albert Einstein
The French call victims of April Fools pranks "April fish." Maybe that's because they go for the bait.
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