LIFE-TIDE is flowing

Through woodland and plain;

The sun-king is touching

The earth-heart again;

And thrilled by his fervor,

The blossoms arise,

Half-shyly, scarce daring

To look in his eyes.

The oak of the forest

Is filled with new wine;

A wind-harp is breathing

Its notes through the pine.

The buds have been dreaming

On stemlet and bough;

Earth's music and laughter

Are waking them now.

The spring-time is teaching

A lesson of life—

Of growth and of glory

Unmingled with strife;

It tells us that labor

Is sweeter than calm,

That springing and blooming

Are blessing and balm.