Hadley (Kingsley)/Springtime in Old Hadley

by Elbridge Kingsley

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Springtime in Old Hadley

Soft is the air when first the robin singsAmong the budding elms, and far he flingsThe bold, triumphant strain of other daysAcross the field. How changed are all earth's ways;What Floral beauty springs and bursts, and swellsIn all her fields and lanes, and distant dells;How birds, and brooks, and bees the whole day longFlood all the walks of earth with happy song;What subtle sweetness fills the fields and woodsWhen Nature recreates her solitude.And in the street, upon the giant trees,The young leaves rustle in their ecstacies,Awhile the elms, by Springtime scantly dres't,Stand grandly forth, half hidden, yet confessed.Clarence Hawkes.

View towards Mt. Holyoke