 | Songs of two seasons |  |
SPRING.
Welcome Spring! The violets peer
Through green leaves, and dainty—
White wood-sorrel spreads its snow,
And the royal king cups blow,
Happy children play
Gathering cowslips all the day!
Through green leaves, and dainty—
White wood-sorrel spreads its snow,
Happy children play
Gathering cowslips all the day!
'Twas of this the old year dreamed
When the plough the brown land seamed,
When the autumn sun-sets shone
On a world whose flowers were gone,
And sad winds went whispering:
“Summer's dead, but hope for spring!”
When the plough the brown land seamed,
When the autumn sun-sets shone
On a world whose flowers were gone,
And sad winds went whispering:
“Summer's dead, but hope for spring!”
Now laughs out the flowered year,
And the birds sing “Spring is here!”
Now the wee white lambs are born,
And the green spears of the corn
Day by day more sturdy grow
Till the brown clods hardly show,
Now the mated turtle-dove
In the elm-tree coos of love,
And far off the cuckoos sing
“World! be glad-be glad of Spring!
And the birds sing “Spring is here!”
Now the wee white lambs are born,
Day by day more sturdy grow
Till the brown clods hardly show,
In the elm-tree coos of love,
And far off the cuckoos sing
“World! be glad-be glad of Spring!
| Songs of two seasons | |