POETRY.
SPRING.
APR-IL has come, with her promise of flowers, Come with the budding of bare, leafless trees, Come with the sunlight and swift-passing showers, Whispers of summer to be in the breeze. Shine out to meet her, earth stars that have hidden Under the ground through the desolate days, Haste to the feast to which all things are bidden To welcome the springtime, and yield her our praise.
How shall we render her thanks for her coming ?
Long reigned the Winter, and cruel his sway, While in far happier lands she was roaming, She who has come back to rule us to-day.
How shall we show her our true adoration P Though earth and heaven together should sing, Yet not sufficiently great the ovation Which we would give her,—our well-beloved Spring.
Snow-drop and crocus have blossomed before her, Messengers they of her glory to be ; Blue skies stretch radiant their canopies o'er her, Swallow and Cuckoo return o'er the sea.
So with all reverence come forth to meet her, Nature uniting in one joyous voice, Mountains and valleys re-echo to greet her, Spring is come back to us,—All things, rejoice.
C. GRANT DUFF.
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