SPRING HAS COME 119 



Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild, 



We trusted, Lord, with thee ; 

 And still, now spring has on us smil'd, 



We wait on thy decree. 



The former and the latter rain, 



The summer sun and air, 

 The green ear and the golden grain, 



All thine, are ours by prayer. 



Thine too by right, and ours by grace, 



The wondrous growth unseen, 

 The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace, 



The love that shines serene. 



So grant the precious things brought forth 



By sun and moon below, 

 That thee in thy new heaven and earth 



We never may forego. 



JOHN KEBLE. 



SPRING HAS COME 



THE sunbeams, lost for half a year, 



Slant through my pane their morning rays ; 

 For dry Northwesters cold and clear, 



The East blows in its thin blue haze. 



And first the snowdrop's bells are seen, 

 Then close against the sheltering wall 



The tulip's horn of dusky green, 

 The peony's dark unfolding ball. 



