The phrase "To vernal airs her blasts are soothed" resonates through 1 hymns, touching hearts across generations.
To vernal airs her blasts are soothed
...December’s face grows mild;
To vernal airs her blasts are soothed,
And all their rage beguiled....
December’s face grows mild;
To vernal airs her blasts are soothed,
And all their rage beguiled.
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