Thou and spring together came, And if spring brought many a flower, 'Neath the sunshine of thy name, 'Neath thy sweet life-giving power, Dormant hearts sprang into flame; To their brightness flowers were tame. Thou wast greater, then, than spring In the glory of thy deed, And the flowers which thou didst bring Wind nor winter do not heed; Hearts will bloom and love will sing, When lies dead May's offering. |