A Spring Day

 A Spring Day 

OH, Sweet Spring day! the sun is high, 
The white clouds float across the sky, 
And ,by the shepherd's cot, the sheep 
Lie where the shadows gently creep; 
The king-cups deck the field with gold, 
On every bough the leaves unfold, 
And joyful birds in every tree 
Sing of the Spring right merrily. 

Oh, sweet Spring day! the shepherd's child 
Hails joyfully the breezes mild; 
She loves the trees, the lambs, the flowers, 
The verdant fields, the sunlit hours; 
She feels new life in every limb; 
She hears the song-birds joyous hymn, 
And, like the feathered chorus, she 
Sings of the Spring right merrily. 

By C.J. BLAKE 

References:

CHATTERBOX  MAY 1903