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Mary E. Dodge

T Spring Blossoms.

HERE is no time so sweet as spring, When Nature dons her best; Dispell'd is gloom when bud and bloom Awake from winter's rest.

The birds again their carols sing Within the vernal trees; And violets rise, with purple eyes, To greet the gentle breeze!

O spring is sweet, for ev'ry flower Glows gaily in the sun; And in the air it breathes a prayer For hours so sweet begun !

No longer reigns the frost and snow, Soft summer now is nigh; The buds of spring the tidings bring That wintry days must die; O'er hill and dale the herald roves With flow'rets in his hand, And casts away the blossoms gay To deck the waking land!

O spring is sweet, for ev'ry flower Glows gaily in the sun; And in the air it breathes a prayer For hours so sweet begun !