Robin, tell it far and wide
On many a leafless spray,
Last night the sullen Winter died,
And Spring was born to-day!

Pour forth the gladness of thy breast
In music clear and strong.
And fill again each empty nest
With echoes of thy song.

Tell that the prisoned woodland stream
Its fetter soon will break;
And from its long and frozen dream
The violet awake.

Tell that the zephyrs soft and warm
Will kiss the budding trees,
The maple's garnet blossoms swarm
Like myriads of bees,

By moss-clad walls the columbine
Uplift its scarlet bloom,
By grassy paths the eglantine
Exhale its sweet perfume.

O robin, tell it in thy song
Of joy, this sunny morn.
And bid the hearts that waited long
Rejoice, for Spring is born!