When I do see the nascent buds of spring
Bring life to crooked branches dead and grey,
When feathered songsters with fresh voices bring
Sweet heralding hope unto a newborn day;
When rays of warmth fair rout retreating snow
And winter’s dregs surrender to new reign;
When vessels bearing life do start to show
Burgeoning fruit to here the world reclaim.
‘Tis then my thoughts as always turn to you
Sweet vernal countenance that melts all hearts,
That gift of love and life you fair imbue,
There with a simple smile so to impart;
As ancients venerate the waxing sun,
So shall I you, until our song is done.

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