Poems (Helen Jenkins)/Springtime Glories
SPRINGTIME GLORIES.
The beautiful Springtime bright and fair,
With its balmy beauties rich and rare,
Meets and greets us everywhere.
With its balmy beauties rich and rare,
Meets and greets us everywhere.
The twittering birds dart through the air,
Or warble, in the tree-tops bare,
Outgushing notes of praise and prayer.
Or warble, in the tree-tops bare,
Outgushing notes of praise and prayer.
The willows unfold to our eager view
Their velvety catkins shining through
Little brown waterproofs fresh and new.
Their velvety catkins shining through
Little brown waterproofs fresh and new.
Down creviced boulders dark and gray,
The singing brooklets find their way,
And laugh and dance in freedom gay.
The singing brooklets find their way,
And laugh and dance in freedom gay.
Violets peep from each mossy mound,
And, listening, bend to the joyous sound
Of the singing birds and brooks unbound.
And, listening, bend to the joyous sound
Of the singing birds and brooks unbound.
The frogs' shrill vespers resound at eve,
Rejoicing their wintry haunts to leave,
Echoing Nature's glad reprieve.
Rejoicing their wintry haunts to leave,
Echoing Nature's glad reprieve.
The twilight tinges with golden hue
The fleecy cloud-caps; and gleaming through
Are twinkling stars and fathomless blue.
The fleecy cloud-caps; and gleaming through
Are twinkling stars and fathomless blue.
In deep ravines the shadows creep,
Their sceret fantaisies to keep
Where glinting moonbeams rarely peep.
Their sceret fantaisies to keep
Where glinting moonbeams rarely peep.
There, frost and snow are hiding yet
Their exiled monarch's coronet,
With pearls and diamonds interset.
Their exiled monarch's coronet,
With pearls and diamonds interset.
Ah, well may Winter hide his face!
The morrow's sunshine may efface
Of his late glory every trace.
The morrow's sunshine may efface
Of his late glory every trace.
Then welcome be the Springtime bright!
Our hearts exultant, with delight
And gratitude are filled to-night.
Our hearts exultant, with delight
And gratitude are filled to-night.
Heaven, smiling, o'er the glad earth bends;
Beauty with glory meets and blends,
And sacred joy to life-work lends.
Beauty with glory meets and blends,
And sacred joy to life-work lends.