Poems (Lambert)/Spring
For works with similar titles, see Spring.
SPRING.
SPRING, glad Spring, has dawned on earth;Birds rejoice for her bright birth;Farewell now to winter dear—Spring, with all her joys, is here.
Trees clothed in green, our hearts' delight,Rare flowerets bloom, in colors bright;Earth joyful now, her riches yields,While Spring her radiant sceptre wields.
Lowing kine with thanks rejoice;Insects hum with drowsy voice;Everything on earth, in air,Join in the chorus, Spring is fair!
But now, alas, no transient bloomCan take from each sad heart its gloom;For misery, with might untold,Rests on each heart of mortal mould.
We mourn, because war's chilling blastIts arm of death has round us cast;We mourn the noble and the brave,Now sleeping in an unknown grave.