Soft showers came to wash the lifeless land,

Aspersion right to rid all evil there;

Marasmic trees on grey horizons stand

With crooked hands clasped up in solemn prayer.

The somber night implores the whippoorwill

To bless or curse by first heard calls of spring

And guide departing souls beyond the hill

That they may hear celestial joy bells ring.

So then as Eleazar raised from dead

Sweet colors lift their heads from earthen brown

To rise above the last of winter’s dregs

That late ensconced them in an icy tomb.

Now feathered angels hail at dawn to choir

The rising Sungod decked in bold attire.