O Spring'-time sweet! 



Over the hills come thy lovely feet; 



The earth's white mantle is cast away, 



She clothes herself all in green today; 



And the little flowers that hid from the cold 



Are spring^ing- anew from the warm, fresh mold. 



O Spring-time sweet! 



The whole earth smiles thy coming" to greet; 



Our hearts to their inmost depths are stirred 



By the first spring flower and the song of the bird; 



Our sweet, strange feelings no room can find, 



They wander like dreams through heart and mind. 



— Translated by James Freeman Clarke 



