The roofs are shining from the rain.
The sparrows tritter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.

Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree--
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.

by Sara Teasdale

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Robert William Service would have made a mighty pastor in the service of the Lord. He certainly can paint a picture of the Judgment of a soul and give us all hope that at least one shall speak for us. I really feel his heart and soul was in this poem