SONG OF THE SPRING.

SONG OF THE SPRING. 

MY laughter has broke o'er the azure sky, 
And the sombre clouds have arisen to fly;
 My voice through the woods has again been heard, 
And recalled to its haunt the exiled bird.

I ve come to the haunts that I knew of yore-

To the rich man's lawn, to the cottage door; 

But I see the gloom of the storm-cloud cast 

O'er homes lit with love when I saw them last. 

I have made the earth like a fair young bride 

And now farewell, for I may not abide; 

I go to the land that knows not of blight, 

Where cometh no shadow of sorrow or night.  

I shall see no graves of the lovely there,

For Death cannot breathe in celestial air; 

I go where fadeth not blossom or tree: 

Will ye come with me?will ye come with me?

Rerefences:

1. THE GIRL'S OWN PAPER APRIL 13 1889