Within the stream; each soft and flowing strain,
I hear a song; its soft and sweet refrain.
...And wondrous are the songs profound;
...Now heard throughout the land all ‘round.
I hear that sound, off hill and greening plain;
I hear its murmur soft, within the rain:
...Of life and love and flowers found,
...Within the air and on the ground.
It spoke of beauty found within the spring;
As all across I hear those waters sing.
...As from them spring each happy thought;
... From nature now, those notes are wrought;
Those songs of hope, on wave as well on wing,
They speak of all this season has to bring.
...And bright they are, those tunes they’ve brought;
...Of joyous marvels that are sought.
And triumphant are those gleeful songs that grew;
Across, within the air I hear them flying through.
...As joy, from birds, by song, renewed;
...Upon the wings of spring, accrued.
Now once again, forth come,
those songs anew;
‘Cross skies, now seen, a warm and softening hue.
...As through that sky, was joy imbued;
... Those joys of life those songs exude.
From melting snow and rain that downward fall;
From sun kissed skies, as well, each wooded hall.
...Across each land they softly play;
...Within our heart and soul, to stay.
Those songs now unto us they do bestow;
That music heard from yonder keep to know.
...Now flowing through our hearts this day;
...Those songs of spring that come our way.