| Show Our Spring Times When spring comes to seek her own Do they all rise at her words I the little fledgelings tone Sweet as was the parent birds When once more the streamlets roam Do the robins all come home Heres a nest upcn the bough But there comes no bird to claim Has she made a new nest now If from some far land we camo SVo should all the home nest tnovr Even were it filled with snow There arc blue eyes that we miss In the flush of violet time Something lacking in the bliss Of the bird bells sweetest chime In the heart aro many spots Sacred to forgetmenots If perchance youth cometh back Through some treasure on your knee Still the heart will prove a lack Lovely though tho child maybe For If it so needcth you You still need your mother too Sometime will the far off springs Come back with these later ones There will be no missing wings There vill bu missing tones All the joys but dearer grown Of tho spring times wo have known Mary A Mason in Frank Leslies |