A SONG OF SPRING
Hark, the spring! She calls
With a thousand voices
’Mid the echoing forest halls
One great heart rejoices.
Hills, where young lambs bound,
Whiten o’er with daisies;
Flag flowers light the lower ground,
Hark, the spring! She calls
With a thousand voices
’Mid the echoing forest halls
One great heart rejoices.
Hills, where young lambs bound,
Whiten o’er with daisies;
Flag flowers light the lower ground,