NOW is the time of year <br />When all the flutes begin, — <br />The redwing bold and clear, <br />The rainbird far and thin. <br />In all the waking lands <br />There's not a wilding thing <br />But knows and understands <br />The burden of the spring. <br />Now every voice alive <br />By rocky wood and stream <br />Is lifted to revive <br />The ecstasy, the dream. <br />For Nature, never old, <br />But busy as of yore, <br />From sun and rain and mould <br />Is making spring once more. <br />She sounds her magic note <br />By river-marge and hill, <br />And every woodland throat <br />Re-echoes with a thrill. <br />O mother of our days, <br />Hearing thy music call, <br />Teach us to know thy ways <br />And fear no more at all!<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-is-the-time-of-the-year/
