SPRING

Let us go While Spring’s delicious breezes blow, And see the dunes and sedges grow Green, white, and red— Now Winter’s sped— And all the moorland is aglow. Let us feel The magic breath of springtime steal On us, and everywhere reveal The joyous strife Of bursting life, And hear the bells of heaven peal. Let us see The busy songsters’ ecstasy, And hear them pipe their songs of glee— For all the day They seem to say, The soul is happy that is free! Love, divine, Art thou not Spring, and give me wine To quaff? For in this heart of mine A new life grows, And yields a rose For thee—the fragrance of it thine! Hebe, dear, The message of this Spring day hear; See, love, the glory of the year: The Spring is free, So Summer be The season in which joy is clear!