In April Days.

The budding trees Perfume the breeze With breath of blossomed mysteries, And soft winds play By grassy way Through every laughing April day! Suns rosy rise Through turquoise skies, And life looks out through tender eyes; While cloudlets lift Through rent and rift, Where floating islands drive and drift. Clear waters sing From stream and spring, With music in their murmuring, And where they drip, With thirsty sip A lonely violet lifts its lip. The balmy croons Of tender tunes Sing through the drowsy afternoons, And faint perfumes Of bursting blooms Haunt all the aisles of dying glooms! And dreams arise Of perfect skies And all the worlds of prophets wise, And tender hands Whose fond commands Lead fast and far through Love's sweet lands. And bending low We fondly know The love-songs of the Long Ago, So sweet and fair With raptures rare, And lips of welcome waiting there. O, fields afar, Whose echoes are Soft whispers flung from sun and star, Still faint and dim I hear your hymn Across the wide horizon's rim!