SPRING.

Southland Times, Issue 556, 7 September 1866, Page 3

SPRING.

From "English Lyrics." — By John G. .-smith. I. Spring, the gentle spring is here, Swoetest daughter of tlie year, Blinging buds for every tree, Glistening gems for every lea ; Waking from their winter's sleep, Tiny rills and rivers deep, Filing all the feathered throng, With the harmonies of song ; Driving off the sheeted snow From t-hc slumbering flowers below ; Breathing o'er the verdant earth, Melodies of new-born mirth, Nature rises from her bier, When the gentle sprirg is here. ii. Spring, the queenly spring is here, Blue-eyed daughter of the year Songs of welcome greet her reign, From the mountain, wood and plain; Stately tree and lowly flower, Wake to own her sovereign power ; Ruthless winter stands aghast, Reining in his angry blast, Trembling 'neath her gentle smile, S^-ift, he hies to Northern isle ; Like a tyrant, refugee, From the ven.-eance of the free, All his ice-bonds disappear, When tho queenly spring is here. 111. Spring, the hopeful spring is here* Fairest daughter of the year, Bringing dreams of sunny hours, Butterflies and pearly flowers - r Lambkins frisking o'er the lea, Song of bird and hum of bee, Wak-ng all the leafy grove With the dulcet strains of love ; Spreading, with a bounteous haud, Hope and joy throughout the land ; * Joy, that winter's reiun is o'er, Hopo for summer's rip'ning store, Banish grief and dry the tear, Spring, tbe hopeful epriug is nm-