Spring
C. Rogers
When the buds begin to swell,
When the streams leap through the dell,
When the swallows dip and fly
Wheeling, circling through the sky,
When the violet bids the rose
Waken from its long repose,
When the gnats in sunshine dance,
When the long bright hours advance,
When the robin by the door
Sings as ne'er he sang before;
Then, when heart and flow'r and wing
Leap and laugh - then comes the spring!