A WHISPER along the hills, 

A stir in the wakening ground, 

The touch of a tender hand, 

A hand in the dark that thrills 

The heart to a great rebound.

Oh, the soul of the spring 

Has gone into the land, 

The soul of the spring,

 And the joy of the spring, 

And a glory of light and love!

A whisper along the hills, 

The music of life again,

A sweet, intangible good 

That enters and warms and fills 

The winter of heart and brain.

Oh, the soul of the spring

 Has gone into my blood, 

The soul of the spring, 

And the song of the spring, 

And the splendor of light and love!

Margaret Tupper