7s. D.
1
Pleasing spring again is here,
Trees and fields in bloom appear;
Hark! the birds, with artless lays,
Warble their Creator’s praise!
Where, in winter, all was snow,
Now the flowers in clusters grow;
And the corn, in green array;
Promises a harvest day.
2
What a change has taken place,
Emblem of the spring of grace;
How the soul in winter mourns,
Till the Lord, the Sun, returns;
Till the Spirit’s gentle rain,
Bids the heart revive again!
Then the stone is turned to flesh,
And each grace springs forth afresh.
