SPRING by J.J. Proctor
Light upon the wild-flowers dawning from on high!
Light upon the white clouds floating in the sky!
Light upon the green fields, light upon the rill!
Happy morn is breaking o'er each lofty hill.
Music in the rustling of the summer trees!
Music in the many tones that sweep along the breeze!
Music in the little birds that haunt the budding spray!
Winter's snows are melting--Spring is on its way.
Gladness in the mountains! gladness in the plains!
Gladness in all nature, bursting from her chains!
Gladness in the waters, rippling down their streams!
Heaven and earth rejoicing in the sun's bright beams.
Happy, happy spring-time! Happy age of youth!
Rich in aspirations, rich in love and truth!
Use it well, lest summer scorch ye with its sun,
And your budding beauties droop, ere yet begun.
