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Ice has gone from all the rivers,
Cypress trees begin to bloom;
Now the wood dove coos his spring song,
Gone the days of dark and gloom
Peasants in the field are planting,
Singing as they drop the seed:
Alleluia! Christ is risen,
Christ the Lord is ris'n indeed!
On the steppes the flow'rs are gleaming,
Winter's wheat is cool and green,
Marchbuds glisten in the valleys,
Lowlands glow with mossy sheen.
Peasants on their farms are singing
As the oxen munch their feed.
Alleluia! Christ is risen,
Christ the Lord is ris'n indeed!
