EVENING SONG OF SPRING.
Softly blows the evening breeze,
Gently flows the gliding river,
Wild birds warble in the trees,
Nature's songsters charming ever.
Gently flows the gliding river,
Wild birds warble in the trees,
Nature's songsters charming ever.
The setting sun, with golden ray,
On grove and mead is sweetly gleaming,
Gilding all the flowers of May,
Which brightly now around are beaming.
On grove and mead is sweetly gleaming,
Gilding all the flowers of May,
Which brightly now around are beaming.
Earth seems wrapp'd in purest joy,
Then banish far all gloom and sadness;
Nature's pleasures never cloy,
But fill the soul with pleasing gladness.
Then banish far all gloom and sadness;
Nature's pleasures never cloy,
But fill the soul with pleasing gladness.
Then let the good and virtuous now
Enjoy the bliss for them intended,
And banish care from every brow,
Life's flowers will bloom till life is ended.
Enjoy the bliss for them intended,
And banish care from every brow,
Life's flowers will bloom till life is ended.