Then birds will sing in all the bowers,
And softest clouds and fairest flowers
Will whisper joys unspoken;
All Nature'll sing a sweeter song,
Because the winter has been long,
And now his chains are broken.
And softest clouds and fairest flowers
Will whisper joys unspoken;
All Nature'll sing a sweeter song,
Because the winter has been long,
And now his chains are broken.
'Tis March, and o'er my weary soul
Misfortune's storm with ceaseless roll,
Its onward march is sweeping;
While far beneath the lapse of years
Long buried there, with many tears,
My fondest hopes are sleeping.
Misfortune's storm with ceaseless roll,
Its onward march is sweeping;
While far beneath the lapse of years
Long buried there, with many tears,
My fondest hopes are sleeping.
No sunshine ushers in the day,
No sunbeams fall across the way
To cheer a heart that's weary;
And still the darkest storm-clouds lie
Across the azure of my sky,
And all is dark and dreary.
No sunbeams fall across the way
To cheer a heart that's weary;
And still the darkest storm-clouds lie
Across the azure of my sky,
And all is dark and dreary.
Be strong, my heart! I know some day
That all thy clouds shall roll away,
By fortune's breezes driven;
Then hope shall scatter all thy fears;
A sunny smile shall dry thy tears,
And thou shalt see but heaven.
That all thy clouds shall roll away,
By fortune's breezes driven;
Then hope shall scatter all thy fears;
A sunny smile shall dry thy tears,
And thou shalt see but heaven.
29
