Poems (Smith)/Spring

by Martha A. Smith

For works with similar titles, see Spring.

SPRING.

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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.

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.