Early Spring Lyrics

Once more the Heavenly Power

Makes all things new

And domes the red-plow'd hills

With loving blue

The blackbirds have their wills

The throstles too

Opens a door in Heaven

From skies of glass

A Jacob's ladder falls

On greening grass

And o'er the mountain-walls

Young angels pass

Before them fleets the shower

And burst the buds

And shine the level lands

And flash the floods

The stars are from their hands

Flung through the woods

The woods with living airs

How softly fann'd

Light airs from where the deep

All down the sand

Is breathing in his sleep

Heard by the land

O, follow, leaping blood

The season's lure!

O heart, look down and up

Serene, secure

Warm as the crocus cup

Like snowdrops, pure!

Past, Future, glimpse and fade

Through some slight spell

A gleam from yonder vale

Some far blue fell

And sympathies, how frail

In sound and smell!

Till at thy chuckled note

Thou twinkling bird

The fairy fancies range

And, lightly stirr'd

Ring little bells of change

From word to word

For now the Heavenly Power

Makes all things new

And thaws the cold, and fills

The flower with dew

The blackbirds have their wills

The throstles too.