The violets are seeking their hues to unfold,
And the red rose has flung its rich canopy wide.
There is blue overhead: there is emerald below,
A blending of hues in the pearl of the sky;
While garlands of azure and blossoms of snow
In gardens of beauty and loveliness lie.
She is here! she is here! the bonnie, bright June,
Like words of rejoicing in moments of grief;
Her song you may trace in the woodland’s glad tune,
Her tear in the cloud and her smile in the leaf.