The Spring Song

—— THE SPRING SONG. {For the Improvement Era.) The world today is bright and gay. A flood of notes from lyric throats, The snowdrift on the hill From currents cool and high, Begins to run, beneath the sun, At random falls like miracles. In many a laughing rill. Through fields of sunny sky. Between the hills, at intervals, With silver tips, like fleets of ships. Among the tuneful bowers, The white clouds northward flee; The landscape breaks with fields and lakes The shadow floats like sailing boats Of dancing waves and flowers. Upon the inland sea. The maples wide, at either side I feel the bliss of summer's kiss Of yonder deep ravine. The warm sun's cheerful ray Unfold again above the glen. Upon my hand, and understand And streamlets pitch between. That God is near alway. The wind that blows the breath of snows The tuneful rills, the breathing hills From hilltop with a rush. That scent the sunny air. Doth romp along, rich with the song Give back to song the woodland throng. Of meadow-lark and thrush. The tl^ankful heart to prayer. It haunts the leas like honey-bees, The hearts of men look up again. Refreshes in the flowers, And bless the gentle May. And brings to me the melody The smile of God is bright and broad And incense of the bowers. Upon the world today. Salt Lake City, Utah. T. E. Curtis.