Hark! a hundred notes are swelling
Loud and clear.
'Tis the happy birds are telling
Spring is here!
Nature, decked in brave array,
Casts her winter robes away;
All earth's little folk rejoicing
Haste to greet the glad new day

 

Lord and life of all things living,
Come to me:
Thou delightest but in giving;
Give to me:
Spring of joyous life thou art:
Thine own joy to me impart:
Let my praises be the outburst
Of the springtime in my heart.

 

Anonym

G. W. Briggs, 1875-1959