Holding forth the very brightest
Aspirations for all,
A universal peace and trust,
In freedom’s bugle call.
Highest ideals personified,
The noblest of mankind,
Where honor and democracy
Together are combined.
When might will be replaced by right,
And peace shall dawn again,
Our nation’s annals will reveal
The glory of his reign.
SPRING IS HERE.
Oh Spring is here, awake, awake,
Flowers are blooming in the vales,
In forests deep, by brook and lake,
Where soft voiced winds blow gentle gales.
There lucid waters as they flow,
And ripple in the ebbing tide,
In the bright sunshine come and go,
Sighing, then merging far and wide.
Oh Spring, sweet Spring, youth of the year,
Love opens her casement to peep
At the lilac bloom nestling near,
The garden gate where trysts they keep.
Sweet voiced songsters warble and coo,
Building their nests in trees o’erhead,
For the first breath of Summer’s dew,
And the lilac bloom will soon wed.