Sweet dabs of springtime on that joy-filled lea

Gently swayed beneath a golden sun,

Pert yellows, reds, and blues in harmony

Bobbed to the tunes of zephyr songs soft sung;

The distant forest smudged in pastel green

Gave praise unto the brightest azure blue,

Feathered florets in leafy grottos preened

Then rose in chorus from their verdant pews.

So seems it now as at the very first

When Eden blossomed bright upon her stage,

Pure life brought forth from chaos unrehearsed

With all the splendor providence could wage.

A glimmer of the world by Heaven spun;

A jot of time from when the earth was young!