Sweet as the softness of a loved one’s sigh—
Floating along with harmony as rife
As pass the hours in some bright day of life.
The river far away is calmly stealing,
Thro’ its green banks all glittering with light,
Like beaming fancies in the poet’s feeling,
Who worships ever all that’s fair and bright;
Creating images that living start
Warm from the gushings of his burning heart.
Yes! this is spring time, mild and glorious spring,