John Hanmer - Spring lyrics

Soft comes the breath of spring, it shakes the pear White blooming; like a garden seems the mead Thick with young gra**, on which the cattle feed Tossing their heads at their dull wintry fare. The bees seek honey through the moving air That rocks the wild-duck on her nest of reed, By the sunlit water: Man doth say "God speed," For joy the year's increase so soon to share, Low, to himself he says it; where, alas, Are the old rites? a dullard race are we; Clear shows of inner feeling fade and pa**; There are no pomps to greet Eiarine. Our hearts reflect as a smoke-darkened gla**, When like a prison of crystal they should be.