EARLY SPRING by Cordelia Stewart

Training-School Pub. Ass'n, Ltd. · Battle Creek, Michigan · May 1900

FromTraining School Advocate, Vol. 2, No. 5.

EARLY SPRING.

By Cordelia Stewart

GONE are the winter's rough gales, And a softer breeze is blowing; The fields have lost their snowy veils, And on the hills and in the dales The little flowers are growing.

The brooklet sings a merrier song To the willows lowly bending; The icy fetters, so cold and strong, Are broken now, and it glides along Through the meadows, swift descending.

The mossy bank, where the violets bloom, Grows brighter for its singing; And hastens the work on its mystic loom, To be ready in time for the sweet perfume The violet buds are bringing. And the tiny blades of grass avow That the winter time is over. A robin sings on the maple bough, And I almost thought I heard just now The hum of the bees in the clover.

Not long will we have to wait, I know, For the birds and bees and flowers; We're told in the softer evening glow, And the balmy touch of the winds that blow, And the daylight's lengthening hours.

Cheer up, sad heart, thou'st waited long, Through days so cold and dreary; And raise your voice in a cheerful song Of praise for the promise, so true and strong, Of the coming days so cheery,—

For the days with their new-born life so bright And beautiful in their dawning,— For the promise that even earth's darkest night Will pass away in the glorious light Of the resurrection morning.

— Cordelia Stewart.