- Ye come, ye come, bright warbling things,
- And joy is in your song.
- Ye bear upon your dewy wings
- The spring's first breath along.
- Ye herald in the happy morn,
- That is the birth of flowers;
- Ye tell that winter's chills have gone,
- Its snows and icy towers.
- Ye bide the earth in its carpet weave,
- In Nature's matchless loom,
- The warp for many a grassy leaf,
- The wool from flowret's loom.
- Ye bid the naked branches dress,
- In all their proud array,
- And all things don their loveliness,
- To welcome back the day.
- Ye bid the icy fetters fall
- From many a prisoned rill;
- And onward, joyful at your call,
- They gambol down the hill.
- All nature wakes from sleep; the cloud
- Shades not the sun's bright rays;
- No more the storm-winds, howling loud,
- Disturb the zephyr's lay.
- Pass on, pass on, to other land,
- Ye birds of merry note;
- Sing there of spring, ye starry band,
- From every tuneful throat.
- And gladden every heart that hears
- Your message from above,
- Pass on, dry up old winter's tears,
- Sweet harbingers of spring.
History and Legacy of Wild Birds Including Historic Ornithology and Other Topics of Interest
06 November 2013
To the First Birds of Spring
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