SPRING SONG
SING out and be happy!
The spring is at hand,
The grass green, and sappy
The trees o' the land.
Sing! for the breeze is
Rustling and silky,
And toys with and teases
Long blossoms and milky.
Sing out! for the bees in
Their quest of wild honey
Are haunting the trees in
Green places and sunny.
Sing out! and let trouble
Another pursue:
It will burst like a bubble
And vanish for you.
—RODERIC QUINN