By Count Alexis Tolstoy.
Translated by Lindsay S. Perkins.
Clearer sounds the skylark's trilling;
Flowers of springtime bloom more fair,
Hearts with inspiration filling;
Heavens full of beauty rare.
Broken are the bonds of sadness;
Laid aside all fetters low;
New life's current runs with gladness
In a full, triumphant flow.
Chiming fresh, young power attending,
Mighty harmonies arise,
Like to music, strains ascending
From the earth unto the skies.