WHO IS THIS SO LOVED OF YORE?
Reading edition
Who is this so loved of yore Shyly tapping at the door? Striking off the icy chain That the earth may thrive again. Wooing violets in the dale To their faces fair unveil; Bidding all the world rejoice In the music of her voice. See the farmer grasp the plough, ’Tis the day of sowing now; Hark the robin’s happy call Keeping house by yon gray wall; Hear the brooklet’s note of glee Dancing to the eager sea Read the message of the King In the hand of Lovely Spring.