Poems (Curwen)/Spring Sunshine
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.