Spring-time

Oh Bpring-time sweet ! Over the hiils come thy luvoly feet ; larth'e white mantle ia cast au-ay ; 5he cldilii'.s licrsdf all in green to-day ; Ynd t'ae little tlowers that hid 11 r thJ) rókl Are epringing un from thé warih; freah mould. Oh spring-time sweet ! I'h" vthbVs -.■■v'.'h Mni'iw thy coming to greet ; )ur hearts tü their iumost depths are stirred Jy the firet spring flower, and the BOtig oí tho birdj O'nr sweet, Btronge feeliiiga no room cali fiiid, They wandir liko dreams through hoart and mina öhs]. How the oíd and the new in thy soít hours inéet ! [lie dear. dead joys of the days lonjí past, The brightneae and beauty that could not last- l'hfiv fair vlïiists rise witii tlie euding oL snow - The springs and the sunimers of long ago. Oh sjiri'ig'time sect ! lo'.r th"i w;vt aneí dálraSd fair and complete ! sor sweetest wunls nor inusn; "u!.l 1 - 1 ' 'lie gladncss that once made ray brsoiri sivell ; 4.ud thou art not the same as the spring of yore ?orthe beauty aud Messing that come no more. Oh spring-time sweet ! With silsnthope thy coming I greeti í"or all that in winter the briglit Èart'i lost )oth rise, new boni, with the ending of froat ; íven so shalt thou bring me at last, at last, ■UI the hope and tho ioy and love of the past.