Oh the sweet calm breath of beautiful spring—
And the azure sky is bright above,
And the warm sunshine makes the whole world glad
For every beam is a message of love.
And in every tree
The robin in glee
Is chanting a joyous melody.
The warm sun shines and the sweet flowers bloom,
But ah, the wild winds will be raving amain,
And the cold gray winter will ravish our joys—
The beauties of earth will be vanished again.
From every tree
The robin will flee
And fly to the South with his melody.
But let us enjoy these transient delights
And gaze on their beauty while linger they here.
Let us thank our dear Father such grandeur may come
While spring claims her place in every year;
And in every tree
A robin will be
Chanting a beautiful melody.
THE RAIN STORM.
Through the din of patt’ring rain drops
Comes the thunder in the night,
While the bold electric flashes
Dazzle for a while the sight.
Patter, patter come the rain-drops
Streaming down the window-pane.
On the roof, unceasing, patter
Noisy little drops of rain.
All the stars have left and hidden
And the cresent is no more;—
When will come the day and sunshine
As it came in days of yore?
But the patter of the rain-drops
Music to my thoughts they make,
When the rumbling peals of thunder
Rhyme and even rhythm break.
May we thankful be for sunshine
May we thankful be for rain;—
Come again, oh patt’ring rain-drops,
With your music come again.