| Another year, so long, How wrapt are we in bonds Which flits from bloom to flower With heavy hum and burr We wear with hidden pride Not knowing what the cost Yet still the world turns on; The golden dawn awakes, The winter frost gives way Preparing earth once more As April’s pitterpat And dew drops in the night So now I think of you Do not forget to do The Lord give strength to you, According to his will | has now passed away; see unlike the happy bee along the border neat pursuing nectar sweet. the mask upon the face of leaving our safe place. it circles in the sky. the silver moon glides by, to spring in earnest hue with whistling songs for you. brings showers on the lawn the flowers well adorn, who once encouraged me: to be what you would be. now make his face to shine on you and your true line. |