To The Spring

Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain,

Far scatter the frost from our border,

All nature cries loud for the sunshine and rain,

For the howl of the winter is over.

Approach gentle spring, and show the white snow

Thou cans't melt it by smiles and caresses,

Chase far the cold winter away from us now,

And cover the fields with white daisies.

Oh, come gentle spring, alight on the trees,

Renew them with life and deep verdure,

Then choristers gay will replenish the breeze

With their songs and musical rapture.

Oh, come gentle spring, breathe soft on the flowers,

And clothe them in raiments of beauty,

The rose may reopen its petals in tears,

And sunbeams unfold the white lily.