"From beyond the purple clouds,

Through the mild and balmy air,

Starts the April sunshine down

On the world so fresh and fair.

'Mid the verdure, here and there,

Flowrets peep with golden eyes;

Sparkling raindrops gently fall,

Like a blessing from the skies.

"In the field the farmer toils,

Singing gaily at his plow;

In the budding woodlands near

Hear the robin's carol now.

All the earth seems glad and bright;

Winter's storms are gone from view;

Nature from her rest awakes

Once again to bloom anew."

Eugene J. Hull.