SPRING 
Hark! the hours are softly calling 
Bidding Spring arise, 
To listen to the rain-drops falling 
From the cloudy skies. 
To listen to, earth’s weary voices, 
Louder every day, 
Bidding her no longer linger 
On her charm’d way; 
But hasten to her task of beauty 
Scarcely yet begun. 
Adelaide A. 
