In Springtime life from out the earth Doth like a fountain flow, The flowers spring upward from the ground As if their source to know; The cry of birds in northward flight Comes from the sky above; The joy of living doth surround, For everywhere is love. The sun doth line with silver, clouds That send forth showers of rain, While rainbow colors in the sky Give promise once again; The scent of new-mown grass doth blend With fragrance from the flowers, While, like a dream, doth quickly pass Life's golden Summer hours. Then frost doth bring the Autumn tints While chilling wind doth blow The dying leaves from off the trees And scatter them below; The ice doth form along the streams, The white frost on the ground, Earth's harvest—grains and fruits—is stored, For God's love doth abound. Then silently with gentle touch And softly, snowflakes fall, And with a robe of purest white They cover over all; In Winter homes where log fires burn, Life's comforts still are found Where old folks gather 'round the hearth And loving hearts surround. |