Spring

When the buds begin to swell,
When the streams leap through the dell;
When the swallows dips and fly
Wheeling, circling through the sky;

When the violet bids the rose
Waken from its long repose;
When the goats 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, leap and laugh,
Then comes the spring.