Spring-Time by MRS. W. S. SPRINGER

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park, Washington, D. C. · May 30, 1912

Spring-Time

By MRS. W. S. SPRINGER

MRS. W. S. SPRINGER

THE spring-time in its beauty Has come to us again; The birds are singing carols As only spring birds can.

We, too, would join our voices, And with the song-birds bring Our songs of glad thanksgiving To our eternal King.

The tiny flowers are lifting Their faces to the light; The buds, and then the blossoms, Unfolded to our sight.

They came to us in spring-time From out the cold earth's mold; Their faces shine with victory O'er winter's storm and cold.

They tell of that glad morning When the dead in Christ shall rise, And be gathered with the angels To meet him in the skies;

When they shall lift their voices Right joyfully to sing; "O grave, where is thy victory? O death, where is thy sting?"

North Jay, Maine.