A *Spring Lilt by Herman Da Costa

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 21, 1910

A Spring Lilt

By Herman Da Costa

There's a ripple on the river, where the water is a-gleam; There's a brown bird singing to its shadow in the stream; And the barren woods are blooming, and its people are a-wing, For over hill and over dale they hear the coming spring.

Here's a snow of buds a-blow, in the apple tree; Overhead a sunny wind, blowing to the sea. Who will come a-roaming? Come with me to-day. And, oh, the yearning faces on the broad highway!

There's a ruffle on the water, and a drowsy cloud above; There's a blue sky spilling out a shower for its love. For sweet April is a-weeping, and is laughing as she cries, And she gathers up a rainbow end and dries her pretty eyes.

Here's the way to Yesterday; take it as you will. April's but a bit ahead, dancing on the hill. Who would woo the madcap? Hurry, while you may! And, oh, the feet that wander from the broad highway!

— Herman Da Costa.