Spring Song 

I wandered in the well-known path,

The sky was bright and blue,

The trees were clad in freshest green,

The sunlight streaming through.

The nightingales were singing loud

Their love-songs from the vale,

The purling brooklet, as it flowed

Seemed chanting a sweet tale.

O whence this gladness in the air?

And wherefore do ye sing?

The little birds were answering me:--

"Rejoice, for it is spring!"

Rejoice, for it is spring! I cried;

Rejoice for all the year!

For winter too--there is no death

In Nature--have no fear!

And joying thus for all the year,

More joyful could I sing

Than bird, or brooklet flowing by:

"Rejoice, for it is spring!"

Mary de Morgan