Poems (Curwen)/Spring Sunshine

by Annie Isabel Curwen

Spring Sunshine.

How it cheers! how it warms!
After Winter's chilling storms;
How it sets the joy bells ringing
In our hearts, to hear the singing
Of the birds, whose songs of gladness
Chase away our gloom and sadness.
How our morbid fears and fancies
Vanish 'fore its sunny glances,
While our hearts and hopes grow brighter,
And our burdens light and lighter.

How it sets one's eyes aglowing
Just to see the dear flowers growing,
All the varied tender blooms
Rising from their various tombs
After their long night of sleeping;
Oh! how sweet to see them peeping
Shyly from the cold dark sod,
Little messengers of God.
Lent lilies, in their golden glory
Tell anew the old sweet story
Of the resurrection morning—
Death is only Life's fair dawning.

How it sets the soul athriving—
Souls, like flowrets, need reviving—
As it floods each dark recess,
Cobwebbed o'er with selfishness,
With its warmth revivifying
Spirit growths, nigh dead or dying,
As into the heart it steals.
How it blesses, how it heals,
Cheering, solacing the living
With its golden beams life giving;
Comforting the sick and dying
In their dreary chambers lying:
Whispering of a fairer shore
Where suns shall rise to set no more.