The Voice Of Spring

  I am coming, I am coming!   Hark! the little bee is humming;   See, the lark is soaring high   In the blue and sunny sky;   And the gnats are on the wing,   Wheeling round in airy ring.   See, the yellow catkins cover   All the slender willows over!   And on the banks of mossy green   Star-like primroses are seen;   And, their clustering leaves below,   White and purple violets grow.   Hark! the new-born lambs are bleating   And the cawing rooks are meeting   In the elms, a noisy crowd;   All the birds are singing loud;   And the first white butterfly   In the sunshine dances by.   Look around thee, look around!   Flowers in all the fields abound;   Every running stream is bright;   All the orchard trees are white;   And each small and waving shoot   Promises sweet flowers and fruit.