| Show the song of a summer stream A few months ago I 1 was singing through the enow but now the blessed sunshine ie fill I 1 g all the la a anal the memories are lost of the winter tog and frost in the presence of the bummer with her full and flowing hand now the wood lark comes to drink at my cool and pearly brink and the lady fern li bending to kiss my rainbow foam and the wild rosebuds entwine with the dark leaved bramble vine and tl e cent oak la green the bright eyed squirrel s home oh the full and glad content that my little song Is blent with the all melodious mingling of th choristers around 1 I 1 no longer sing alone through a chill pervading moan for the very air Is with it wealth of summer bound though the hope seemed long deferred ere the south wind e whisper heard save a of the passing of th weary winter days tet the bleating was secure or the summer time was sure when the lonely songs ere gathered in mighty choir of francis bidley |