Their new-born odors on the sighing breeze,
The sun its brightness from the sky is lending,
Flinging its kisses to the budding trees,
And Nature, lovely Nature fair doth seem,
As the creation of a poet’s dream.
The robin’s mellow strain in wild notes gushes
From the snow blossoms of the apple tree;
The cat-bird’s scolding from the leafy bushes,
The wren’s low music thrilling comes to me,
Seeming the hymns of Nature freely given,