With flowers in the forest, birds on the wing,
Grass on the hill-side, streams in the vale,
Fresh verdure crowning mountain and dale;
Beauty no longer enshrouded in snow;
Hurricanes over, soft breezes blow;
Fair Campanulas their blue bells ring
Right royal welcome to glorious spring!
Stern Winter's kingdom is vanished afar,
Trailing arbutus scatters each star;
Crocus and violet lift up their head,
Life comes to everything long lying dead.
Buds burst their prison, green things peep out,
Insects and butterflies glad fly about;
Robins and bluebirds joyously sing __
Welcome, thrice welcome to beautiful spring!
Blue of the heaven, purple and gold,
Crimson and emcrald, spring doth unfold:
Earth-mold in brown, and rock moss in gray,
Waterfalls flashing rejoice in its sway.
Leafy-crowned tree-tops, their bare trunks entwiend,
With green clinging fingers of creeper and vine;
All Nature's voices jubilant ring
Welcome, glad welcome to bright, joyous spring!
__Mrs. Elvira Robinson.
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)