When I behold the nascent buds of spring
Breathe life to ragged branches dead and grey,
When feathered songsters on fresh breezes sing,
And bring bright hope unto a newborn day;
When rays of warmth fair rout retreating snow
And winter’s dragoons yield unto new reign;
When vessels bearing life do start to show
Dear swelling fruit that shall a world reclaim.
Then ever do my thoughts return to you,
Sweet vernal countenance to melt all hearts;
You gift the world with love’s enduring hue
And with a simple smile pure joy impart;
As ancients venerate the waxing sun,
So shall I you—until our song is done.

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