Smith, Effie Waller
|SONGS OF THE MONTHS.|
Beautiful April! sweet month of the Spring!
Mirth, joy and sunshine with thee thou dost bring;
Garlands of bright and beautiful flowers,
Gentle, cool, pleasant, refreshing showers,
And the budding woods with bird-music ring.
The brooklet which so long has been icebound
Now ripples a gentle, musical sound;
From hillsides the snow has melted away
Where the bluebird now sings his roundelay,
And where violets and daisies surround.
Blithe swallows flit and dart through the barn;
Lithe lambkins play in the sunshine warm;
Every creature and thing seems glad and new;
The days they are growing longer, too,
And seed-time again has returned on the farm.
But April! O April! why are you, dear,
So changeful, capricious, and so queer?
Now you bring a hurried shower of rain,
Next moment the sun is shining again,--
First a smile, then a frown, and next a tear.