The wind told the grasses,
And the grasses told the trees.
The trees told the bushes,
And the bushes told the bees.
The bees told the robin,
And the robin sang out clear:
Wake up! Wake up! Spring is here!
Now spring returns, and all the earth
Is clad in cheerful green;
The heart of man is filled with mirth,
And happiness is seen.
The violet rears its modest head,
To welcome in the spring,
And from its low and humble bed
Doth sweetest odors bring.
The birds are warbling in the grove,
And flutter on the wing,
And to their mates in notes of love
Responsive echoes sing.
Far as the eye can view, the hills
Are clad in verdure bright;
The rivers and the trickling rills
Are pleasant to the sight.
Nature another aspect wears,
Stern winter’s reign is over;
While everything the power declares
Of Him whom we adore.