Poems (Denver)/Spring
For works with similar titles, see Spring.
SPRING.
Thou art hastening onward. Spring! Onward on a joyous wing, Thou dost make the forest ring With thy infant glee; With thy beauty and thy bloom, With thy sweetness and perfume,From old winter's cheerless gloom Comes wild minstrelsy.
Birds are singing from the trees, Music floating on the breeze,Like a prince o'erlooking these Comes the bright sun out; Smilingly he looks on earth,Meeting there thy glance of mirth; Freely gush the waters forth With a joyous shout.
Spring, we love thee for thy beams, For thy free rejoicing streams, And the spirit-stirring dreams Resting on thy wing; For thy life-reviving showers,For thy incense-breathing flowers,And thy happy-laden hours, We will bless thee, Spring!