In the Circuit of the Spring
By WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN
The procession of the spring,
How its joys the heart-gate swing!
Swift the door opes wide to feel
Balmy air its kisses steal;
Ice founts burst to bounding rills;
Waking bloom the spirit thrills;
Luring bird-notes call to see
Pledges of their ecstasy.
O what cheer for everything
In the circuit of the spring! Soon where spring abides for aye,
Verdant with eternal May,
’Neath the blest celestial bowers
Filled with myrrh of fadeless flowers,—
From all pain forever free,
Crowned with immortality,
We shall laud in rapture-song
Our Creator, with the throng
Who on earth his praises sing
For the earnest of the spring!