Poems (Sherwin)/Spring

by Elizabeth Sherwin

For works with similar titles, see Spring.

SPRING.

Spring is coming! Spring is coming!
 Listen! Through the ambient air
A thousand cheerful voices humming,
 All to welcome her prepare.

See the birds in every bower,
 Tune the voice and plume the wing;
Each exerts his little power
 To welcome the returning spring.

From the earth fresh flowers are springing,
 Buds on every tree burst forth,
The merry lark in air is singing,
 All around is joy and mirth.

Then let the human heart beat lightly,
 And in such a scene rejoice;
Let the beaming eye smile brightly,
 And tune to God the grateful voice.