Wake up little buds; come out from the snow
Full long have ye slept, awake now and show,
The beautiful colors, that bring us such cheer,
And then shall we feel that the spring-time is here.
INVOCATION.
Out of the darkness, and out of the night,
Into the realm of Truth and Light,
Far from all things which are gross and material,
Upward toward all that is pure and ethereal,
Lift us, oh, Infinite Spirit!