For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over 

 and gone ; 



The flowers appear on the earth ; the time of 

 the singing of birds is come, and the voice 

 of the turtle is heard in our land ; 



The Fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and 

 the vines with the tender grape give a 

 good smell. 



Song of Soloman. 



Awake, O north wind; and come thou south; 

 blow upon my garden, that the spices 

 thereof may flow out. 



Song of Solomon. 



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