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!