Sprlng'0 ipromiee 



of the charm of Palestine where it is ever the harbinger of 

 spring, blooming before it leaves-out and reminding us 

 poetically that its very Hebrew name signifies "to hasten" 

 and carrying us romantically back to Mosaic times when 

 Aaron's almond rod so miraculously blossomed forth. 

 Spring at home is glorious and full of promise, but ah! the 

 lure of the spring of the Holy Land, now so rugged and at 

 times so forbidding where once it flowed with milk and honey; 

 yet ever carpeted in spring with scariet poppies, the lily-of- 

 the-field, the rose of sharon, and canopying us with the 

 blossom of the orange and almond. But we are too far 

 afield, and in our garden we cannot forget that 



Now the noisy winds are still, 

 April's coming up the hill; 

 All the spring is in her train, 

 Led by shining ranks of rain; 

 Pit, pat, patter, clatter. 

 Sudden sun and clatter, patter, 

 First the blue and then the shower 

 Bursting bud and shining flower; 

 Brooks set free with tinkling ring; 

 Birds too full of song to sing; 

 Crisp old leaves astir with prid< 

 Where the timid violets hide; 

 All things ready with a will 

 April's coming up the hill." 



Fulfilment follows close on the heels of promise when at 

 last April comes up the hill and already we see the daffodils 



