The Voice Of Spring
By Pamela S. Vining, (J. C. Yule)
I heard a voice - twas the voice of Spring,
Up from the rivulets murmuring,
Singing of freedom, - thus the lay
On the breezes floated away -
"Joy! joy! - the chains that bound us
Now disappear,
Sunlight pours its treasures round us,
Warm, warm and clear,
Onward, speeding onward
To the bright main,
Chainless, free, unfettered,
Are we again!"
I heard a voice - 'twas the voice of Spring,
Out from the hill sides whispering,
And a tender strain from the woodland lone
Blended with it in murmurous tone -
"Joy! joy! - the world is waking
From her long rest, -
Earth a glow of warmth is taking
To her chill breast, -
Tiny flower germs, hidden
Long out of sight,
Stealing forth unbidden,
Seek the warm light!"
I heard a voice - 'twas the voice of Spring,
Over the waters wandering,
As to the wilds came the song birds back,
Singing still in their homeward track -
"Joy! joy! - we're home returning
To the free hills,
From our long and far sojourning,
Now, to the rills,
To the echoing forest.
Orchard and plain,
With our old-time music,
Speed we again!"
I heard a voice - 'twas the voice of Spring, -
Nature, all Nature awoke to sing;
And every valley, and grove, and plain
Had its share in the welcome strain: -
"Joy! joy! - the chains are broken,
Spring smiles again, -
Joy for every blessed token
Of her glad reign, -
Joy on all the waters,
Joy on each shore. -
Sunlight, song, sweet odors,
Welcome once more!"