SPRING BLOSSOMS; 



LEAFLET ~\V. . 



I. 



There 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. 



CHORUS : 



Springtime, sweet springtime, We love these joyous hours, 

 And gaily roam o'er hill and vale, Among the fragrant flow'rs. 



II. 



Oh, spring is sweet, for ev'ry flow'r Glows gaily in the sun, 

 And in the air it breathes a prayer, For hours so sweet begun ; 

 Xo longer reigns the frost and snow, Soft summer now is nigh ; 

 The buds of spring the tidings bring, That wintry days must die. 



CHORUS : 



III. 



O'er hill and dale the herald roves With flowerets in his hand, 

 And casts away the blossoms gay To deck the waking land. 

 Oh, spring is sweet, for ev'ry flow'r Glows gaily in the sun ; 

 And in the air it breathes a prayer, For hours so sweet begun. 



THE TIME OF THE SINGING OF BIRDS. 



I. 



The time of the singing of birds is come, 



The trees are robed in green ; 

 The flow'rs unfold their tints of gold, 



And the fair pink may be seen ; 

 O'er all the land doth a promise lie, 



The herald of Summer's reign; 

 At the golden beat of her flying feet 



The old Earth smiles again. 



II. 

 Away in wood-lands wide and deep 



The shadowy grass bends low, 

 Before winds that creep where daisies sleep, 



And the dainty wind-flow'rs blow. 

 And deep in the heart of the dim old woods 



The sun-beams fair have strayed; 

 Like shafts of light they have pierced the night 



By the arching branches made. 



III. 

 But not over meadow and wood alone 



Doth their spell of beauty steal ; 

 There are human hearts whose bitter smarts 



Its smile hath power to heal. 

 The time of the singing of birds is come, 



And we pause in our weary way, 

 While the sad hearts thrill and the sad eyes fill 



At the breath of the scented May. 



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