Spring

Around you view how blithely Spring advances—
     In the green leaves a new life's pulses play:
How from the trees their graceful blooming glances, 
     While the bird gladdens on her bending spray, 
The soft-cheeked flowers flush dawning radiances, 
     And Winter-frosts in darkness hide away;
A stir of sweet life thrills through everything, 
That crowds to meet the joyous glance of Spring.

Down from their hills the silver brooks come streaming,
     And in green valleys twinkling, dance away 
The nightingale, retired with fearful seeming, 
     Beneath the dark wood sings her roundelay;
All pleasant hues in one wide life are gleaming,—
     The gardens with a thousand blooms are gay;
O'er all the world advance the golden rays, 
And around every flower a rainbow plays.