POEMS.
97
SPRING.
The sun is shining,—birds are singing,—
Everything seems bright and gay;
But to me this world is dreary,
And I long to pass away.
Spring has come with all its brightness;
The birds now flit from tree to tree;
Why should my heart be so lonely?
From earth to Heaven I would flee.
The birds now flit from tree to tree;
Why should my heart be so lonely?
From earth to Heaven I would flee.
With the Spring bright days are coming,
Joys lost to me forever more:
All my hopes are now in Heaven
To meet with loved ones gone before.
Joys lost to me forever more:
All my hopes are now in Heaven
To meet with loved ones gone before.
A THOUGHT.
Who can know the spirit's yearnings?
Who can into the future see?
When our work on earth is over,
Happy in Heaven we may be.
