THE PROCESSION OF SPRING 243 



For, as dead embers fanned, the earth 



Grew bright beneath his wing, 

 Till a new world broke to a living flame, 



And sang to the light in Spring. 



Yes, Spring had come. Spring with its story of hope. 

 But even now Spring is yielding to a power fuller and 

 higher yet, for greater than hope is assurance. 



And from the grass of the bankside looks up a sky- 

 blue flower, and seems to whisper, "Summer, dear 

 Summer, is here." 



That is the speedwell's mission. 



