We welcome thy coming, bright, sunny Spring, <br />To this snow-clad land of ours, <br />For sunshine and music surround thy steps, <br />Thy pathway is strewn with flowers; <br />And vainly stern Winter, with brow of gloom, <br />Attempted for awhile <br />To check thy coming—he had to bow <br />To the might of thy sunny smile. <br /> <br />A touch of thy wand, and our streams and lakes <br />Are freed from his tyrant sway, <br />And their clear blue depths in ripples of gold <br />Reflect back the sun’s bright ray; <br />Whilst e’en the rude rocks that their waters fret <br />Put on mosses green and bright, <br />And silent, deep homage render up now, <br />Sweet Spring, to thy magic might. <br /> <br />And what words could tell half the wond’rous change <br />Thou mak’st in our forest bowers, <br />Replacing the snow with soft velvet sward, <br />Cold crystals with glowing flowers; <br />Clothing the leafless, unsightly trees <br />In rich garb of satin sheen, <br />And robing the meadows and woodlands wide <br />In thine own soft tender green. <br /> <br />And the insect life that thy warm breath wakes <br />Now people earth and air; <br />And the carolling birds have come back to dwell <br />In the charms of thy presence fair. <br />Need we wonder all hearts with joyous beat <br />Watch the changes thou dost bring, <br />And, with smiles of gladness, welcome thee <br />To our land, bright, sunny Spring?<br /><br />Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/welcome-to-our-canadian-spring/
