SPRING-TIME.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume V, Issue 47, 22 November 1890, Page 2

SPRING-TIME.

What pipes the merry lark To yonder glistening blue ? What sings the brook of silver The flowered valley through ? What hums the breeze so cheery But this one sweet refrain—- ‘ < >h, days so bright ! Oh, rare delight ! ’Tis blossom time again !’ In morning’s dew and sunshine The orchard’s trees, a row, Seem tangled in a cloudlet Of fragrant, rosy snow ; And every breeze that passes Shakes out a jewelled rain ! While birds a-wing Are carolling, ‘ ’Tis blossom time again '.’ Bright gold of maiguerites, New grass blades, twinkling gay, Lithe wayside vines, dew-crystalled, Wee, snowy lambs at play, Soft echoes from far uplands Speak but one language plain ; Oh, days so dear Of all the year, ’Tis blossom time again ! My heart sings with the lark, The silver flashing rill, And carols with the breezes In Joy’s delicious thrill ; Wild flowers and grass and lambkins, It joins the glad refrain ; ‘ < >h, fairest days ! Oh, larest days ! Tis blossom time again ’.’