--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Curtis, T. E. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 10 number: 7 published: 1907-05 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'T. E. Curtis, "The Spring Song," *Improvement Era* 10, no. 7 (May 1907): 496.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1007unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera1007unse start_page: 496 end_page: 496 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1907-05) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1007unse publication_year: 1907 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1907, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # 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.