The breath of the fragrant hay.
There’s a great calm joy in the song of birds,
And in the voice of the streams,
In the lowly peace of flocks and herds,
And our own soul’s quiet dreams.
So my heart goes forth to meet the Spring
As a lover to his bride;
And over us both there broods the wing
Of the angel at her side.
—Copyright by Funk & Wagnalls Co., New York, and used by kind permission.