Springtime by Worthie Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 2, 1914

Springtime

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

'Tis the morning of the year. Hark to springtime's chanticleer,— Robin notes afar and near Chirping oft, "'Tis here! 'Tis here!" Crocus buds and daffodils, Snows that melt to flowing rills, Velvet green upon the mead, Strive within her van to lead, Buoyant spring with laughing mirth, Joy and hope, to waking earth.

Sometime,— sooner than we know,— Sin will vanish like the snow. Morn of resurrection day Then will dawn to hide for aye. Thrills of joy, delight supreme, Hopes fulfilled beyond our dream, Buried loves beneath the sod Waking at the call of God,— These amid heaven's glory light Shall dispel earth's gloom and blight. Hasten, morning, to appear,— Springtime of eternal cheer!