Love came to me one sweet Spring day

Love came to me one sweet Spring day,

And kissed me at my waking hour,

Laid in my hand a budding spray,

And bade me wait and see it flower.

I watched my spray through Summer's heat

And shielded it from rays too fierce,

I saw with wonder new and sweet

The buds their tender sheathings pierce.

But Autumn came with rainy breeze,

With early frosts and days of gloom,

Yellowed the leaves upon the trees

And seared my spray of tender bloom.

Alas! When Winter-time drew nigh --

Ah me! Sweet Love! And well-a-day! --

Cold snows fell from a leaden sky

And buried all my hopes away!