Poems (Smith)/Spring
For works with similar titles, see Spring.
SPRING.
The sun is shining,—birds are singing,— Everything seems bright and gay; But to me this world is dreary, And I long to pass away.
Spring has come with all its brightness; The birds now flit from tree to tree; Why should my heart be so lonely? From earth to Heaven I would flee.
With the Spring bright days are coming, Joys lost to me forever more: All my hopes are now in Heaven To meet with loved ones gone before.