Spring Is Come
THE spring is come, the spring is come;
Tell it out o'er earth and sea,
Until it wake the dead to life,
And set the ice-bound captive free.
Sound it out in joyful strain
That merry spring is come again.
Over meads and rocky mountains,
By the river, by the rill,
Out among the forest depths,
Where all around is sere and still;
Tell it loud, in joyful strain
That cheerful spring is come again.