860. C. M. Spring. 1 When verdure clothes the fertile vale, And blossoms deck the spray, And fragrance breathes in every gale, How sweet the vernal day! 2 Hark! how the feathered warblers sing! 'Tis nature's cheerful voice; Soft music hails the lovely spring, And woods and fields rejoice. 3 O God of nature and of grace, Thy heavenly gifts impart; Then shall my meditation trace Spring blooming in my heart. 4 Inspired to praise, I then shall join Glad nature's cheerful song, And love and gratitude divine Attune my joyful tongue.
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