Springtime

The cool and balmy breezes blow And disappeared is winter’s snow, The merry birds upon the wing, Are singing sweetly—“It is Spring!” Forgotten is the winter’s toil And crocus buds peep thru the soil, The roses speak, the lilies bloom, Sending cut their sweet perfume. God speaks among these beauties rare And they are ever in His care, Trusting on Him thru every day, Blooming brightly in glorious array, Look to all nature and we learn, Their faces to the sun they turn, To God, the...