Poems (Ford)/Spring
For works with similar titles, see Spring.
SPRING.
Again the fairy foot of Spring
Comes tripping o'er the lea;
Young blossoms ope their dewy eyes,
Her smiling face to see;
The streamlets gush in rippling play,
The woods with music ring,
And smiling Nature seems to say:
"Oh, welcome, joyous Spring!"
Comes tripping o'er the lea;
Young blossoms ope their dewy eyes,
Her smiling face to see;
The streamlets gush in rippling play,
The woods with music ring,
And smiling Nature seems to say:
"Oh, welcome, joyous Spring!"
The broad folds of her emerald robe
O'er hill and vale are spread,
And at her touch the violet lifts
From earth its drooping head;
The soft peach-blossom tints her cheek,
Her brow the myrtle wreathes,
And where steps the hyacinth
Its fragrant odor breathes.
O'er hill and vale are spread,
And at her touch the violet lifts
From earth its drooping head;
The soft peach-blossom tints her cheek,
Her brow the myrtle wreathes,
And where steps the hyacinth
Its fragrant odor breathes.
When Morning from her eastern couch
Comes forth on rosy wings,
The blue-bird 'mong the locust boughs
Her joyous matin sings;
The robin flits from branch to branch,
And carols loud and clear,
And all things round us seem to say:
"Bright Spring, glad Spring, is here!"
Comes forth on rosy wings,
The blue-bird 'mong the locust boughs
Her joyous matin sings;
The robin flits from branch to branch,
And carols loud and clear,
And all things round us seem to say:
"Bright Spring, glad Spring, is here!"
As bursts of liquid melody
Gush forth from bower and grove,
In gratitude to Nature's God
For all His care and love,
We, too, should with the joyous birds
Our grateful voices raise,
And make the duties of each day
An anthem in His praise.
Gush forth from bower and grove,
In gratitude to Nature's God
For all His care and love,
We, too, should with the joyous birds
Our grateful voices raise,
And make the duties of each day
An anthem in His praise.
Yes, Spring is here—with joy we hail
Her sunny face once more—
Fair herald of the Summer's bloom,
And of the Autumn's store;
And as the buds in beauty burst,
Touched by her magic wand,
The heart seems, too, with joyous hope
And gladness to expand.
Her sunny face once more—
Fair herald of the Summer's bloom,
And of the Autumn's store;
And as the buds in beauty burst,
Touched by her magic wand,
The heart seems, too, with joyous hope
And gladness to expand.
The sleeping earth in beauty wakes
Where'er her footsteps fall;
And Nature's myriad voices blend
In music, at her call;
And as the opening buds exhale
Their fragrance from the sod,
The heart its grateful incense sends
Up to the throne of God.
Where'er her footsteps fall;
And Nature's myriad voices blend
In music, at her call;
And as the opening buds exhale
Their fragrance from the sod,
The heart its grateful incense sends
Up to the throne of God.
Dear God, who made this world so fair,
What mortal e'er can tell
The glories of that cloudless land
Where saints and angels dwell?
Oh, may the fleeting loveliness
That here on earth we see,
Forever bid our 'wandering thoughts
Ascend to heaven and Thee.
What mortal e'er can tell
The glories of that cloudless land
Where saints and angels dwell?
Oh, may the fleeting loveliness
That here on earth we see,
Forever bid our 'wandering thoughts
Ascend to heaven and Thee.
Oh, glorious Spring, thy breezes waft
The light wings of the soul
From earth to where o'er golden sands
Life-giving waters roll,
Where seraph-choirs their happy songs
In bowers of beauty sing,
And fadeless flowers wreathe the brow
Of a perpetual Spring.
The light wings of the soul
From earth to where o'er golden sands
Life-giving waters roll,
Where seraph-choirs their happy songs
In bowers of beauty sing,
And fadeless flowers wreathe the brow
Of a perpetual Spring.