Poems (Eddy)/Spring

by Mary Baker Eddy

For works with similar titles, see Spring.

SPRING

OME to thy bowers, sweet spring, And paint the gray, stark trees, The bud, the leaf and wing— Bring with thee brush and breeze.

And soft thy shading lay  On vale and woodland deep; With sunshine's lovely ray  Light o'er the rugged steep.

More softly warm and weave  The patient, timid grass, Till heard at silvery eve  Poor robin's lonely mass.

Bid faithful swallows come  And build their cozy nests, Where wind nor storm can numb  Their downy little breasts.

Come at the sad heart's call,  To empty summer bowers, Where still and dead are all  The vernal songs and flowers.

It may be months or years  Since joyous spring was there. O come to clouds and tears  With light and song and prayer!