Spring Song.

(From the German.)


The gentle zephyrs wakening blow1
And day and night they rustle low2
By sweet bowers softly ranging.3
Refreshing scent ! reviving sound !4
That breathe to hearts still winter-bound5
Hope even ye, for all is changing.’6


The earth grows fairer day by day7
As Spring moves on from March to May,8
Her wand of magic wielding.9
’Tis waved ! the sombrest valleys bloom,10
And the sad soul smiles through its gloom,11
To grief’s divine exorcist yielding.12