SPRING

New Zealand Mail, Issue 1751, 27 September 1905, Page 23

SPRING

A whisper is heard from over the ob& That spring is nigh; And swiftly it glides from tree to tree, Then passes by; While over the earth a glory is spread, And Nature awakes from her wintry bed. The rivers rejoice in the gentle rain And sunny shower, And scamper with glee as they feel again! A living power; Then rush with delight from mountain; fo vale, To tell of the Sipring to hillock and dale. And the flowers arise and open their eyes, For ’tie their birth; No longer is sleep, for before them lies A green-clad earth; And they fill the air with their perfumes &ay. As they glitter and shine in their rich! array. Again sing <bhe birds in this light springtime, And huild their nests; And tell of their love in the soft warm clime With throbbing breasts. They make their homes in the high tree tops), And feed from the store of the planted crops. And over mankind there’s a soothing rest Which speaks of joy; For Nature brings forth her all and her; best Without alloy. For the spirit of spring is an angel fair, Who gladdens the heart and banished care. —G.Y.W. Palmerston North. Sept. 15, 1905.