The earth a balm is breathing
Upon the April air,
The breezes hints unsheathing
Of budding life somewhere,
Of grass and mosses rare,
Of leaves and blossoms fair.
I know a lovely wildwood
Where blooms of spring abound.
How often in my childhood
I've plucked them from the ground,
And heard the joyful sound
Of mating birds around.
How would you like to wander
In forest way with me?
Where Nature's hand doth squander
Her blessings rich and free.
There revel bird and bee.
Come, join their revelry!