When I behold the pipes of jaunty spring
Breathe life to cheerless branches cold and bare,
When forest minstrels on fresh breeze sing,
And morning breaks with promise in the air;
When golden warmth dissolves the icy woes,
And frozen earth yields to the season’s sway;
When budding limbs in quiet radiance glow,
And swelling blooms redeem the world from gray-
It’s then my thoughts return to you my love,
Sweet vernal soul who warms all hearts anew
To cast the world in heaven’s light above
And with one smile, paints all a rainbow hue.
As ancients praised the waxing sun’s sure light,
So shall I you – until my winter’s blight.

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