Once more the Spring's exultant joy
And flowery dream have come to pass;
Once more the birth of hawthorn white,
The green revival of the grass.

Again the pageant of the leaves,
The fragrance of the cherry-boughs;
Again the April glamor comes,
Again the young Spring's wild carouse!

O heart of mine, once more for you
The world awakes with bloom and song;
Hushed are the voices of old Grief,
And vanished is the face of Wrong.

The April paean rings again,
Spring's flowery dream has come to pass,
And who shall weep when Love has given
The green revival of the grass?