APRIL.
NOW no longer tempests savage
Come to ravage
Field and forest, hill and plain;
When the heavens of April darken,
Glad we hearken
To the silver sounding rain.
Nature everywhere rejoices:
Thousand voices
Fill the ear with melody;
Life and strength feel strangely newer
Skies are bluer
Naught but beauty can we see.
As we feel the quickening measure,
With new pleasure
Let us serve the Lord above,
Who with nature's bounties crowns us,
And around us
Throws the mantle of his love.
