CHAPTER V. 
SONG OF THE CHILDREN ABOUT SPRING. 
THE HOURS. 
I. 
They tlie pure of lieart never do grow old, 
For spring-time finds them fall of love to-day, 
As three-score summers since when curls of gold, 
Shone on those temples that are delved and gray. 
They come ! they come ! with the golden hair 
And sky-blue eyes — ^they all are there ! 
List I O list ye ! — the song they sing, 
Their song is a light song — flight song — 
A song about spring ! 
THE CHILDREN. 
IL 
We are younger forever as truth must be, 
For we cannot grow old in simplicity. 
We give out our lives as those streams do the sun. 
That pratt'hng o'er pebble-beds flash as they run. 
We sing in our joy — sing in our grief — 
Must sing to be gladder — sing for relief. 
Now we are so happy — must let our hearts go, 
Ah sing we will — sing we must merrily 0 ! — 
Eight cherrily 0 ! Spring is coming again, 
A jubilant earth is awaiting her reign ! 
