Poems (David)/The First day of Spring

by Edith Mary David

THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING.

DEAR Mamma, what a glorious, lovely day!
 And the first day of the Spring,
How many happy and pleasant thoughts
 To our hearts and minds must bring!

Let us sit on that dear old rustic seat,
 Glance at the beautiful landscapes round;
Nature, so charming, smiles o'er every thing,
 In the sunny heavens and on the ground.

Look at the lark! how sweetly he sings
 As he gracefully ascends in the air;
Joy to our hearts he ever brings,
 To banish all trouble and care.

As I watch him soar from my sight,
 Sweet notes still ring on my ear,
Soon to descend with joy and delight,
 To his mate so loving and dear!

I hear the soft sound of the humble bee
 It reminds me of years long past,
When I was a child, full of joy and glee,
 How I raced it o'er the grass.

In an orchard near, full of lovely bloom,
 I can hear the cuckoo cry,
Sweet emblem of Spring, how much too soon
 To us you will say "Good-bye"!

I hear the murmur of a rippling brook,
 Flowing down in a crystal stream:
I walk to the bank and take a look
 If any silvery fish may be seen.

A glorious sun reflects his genial ray
 O'er brooks and meadows so green;
And the old Cleeve Hills look so gay,
 Bold, and grand, midst a golden sheen.

The dear little lambs are skipping about,
 In a circle, round as a ring,
At so merry a sight, I feel, and cry out—
 Welcome! The first day of Spring