LYRICS OF SPRING.
Oh, well the world is dreaming Under tho April moon, Her soul in love with beauty, Her senses all a-swooii.
Pure hangs the silver crescent Above the twilight wood. And pure the silver music Wakes from the marshy flood.
O earth, with nil thy transport. How comes it, life should seem A shadow in the moonlight, A murmur :n a dream r"
Over the wintry threshold. Who conies with joy to-day, So frail, yet so enduring, To triumph.o'er dismay?
Ah, quick her tear* are springing, And quickly they arc dried, For sorrow walks before her, But gladness walks beside.
She comes with gusts of laughter— The music as of rills; With tenderness and sweetness, The. wi«dom of the hills.
Her hands are strong to comfort, Her heart is quick to heed ; She knows the signs of sadness, 6he knows the voice of need.
There is no living creature, However poor or small, But she will know its trouble, And hearken to its call.
Oh, well they fare forever, By mighty dreams posscst. Whose hearts have lain a. reomenfc On that eternal breast. •-..■.. Bliss Cakman.
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Evening Star, Issue 15373, 23 December 1913, Page 11
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187LYRICS OF SPRING. Evening Star, Issue 15373, 23 December 1913, Page 11
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