The glad and glorious sun dost bring;
And thou hast joined the gentle train,
And wearest the gentle name of Spring.
And in thy reign of blast and storm
Smiles many a long bright sunny day,
When the changed winds are soft and warm,
And heaven puts on the bloom of May.
Then sing aloud the gushing rills,
And the full springs from frost set free,
That brightly leaping down the hills