First Blue-bird of Spring

Whatever weight the hours have borne

Along the path of frost and snow,

The world is never too forlorn

For birds to sing again; we know

That earliest buds will soon expand,

That spring is somewhere in the land,

For hark! the blue-bird sings.

 

Somewhere the grass is green again,

The meadow mild with shower and sun;

Out bud the trees, up starts the grain,

Through balmy woods the brook doth run,

If anywhere such things may be,

Then why not soon for thee and me?

For hark! the blue-bird sings.

The first blue-bird. April 20, 1876. Colorado Banner 1(30): 7. Published at Boulder, Colorado.