Classic Poem

Here the springtime comes again,—
Wake the bagpipe—dance around—
Spreading o'er the hill and plain
Her green mantle—Hope is found!
There is sighing of the breeze,—
Wake the bagpipe—dance around—
And the cloud that swiftly flees
Shows the blue vault—Hope is found!
From its blossom laughs the flower,—
Wake the bagpipe—dance around—
And the murmur of its power
Shows the streamlet—Hope is found!
Blue-birds' trill is on the air,—
Wake the bagpipe—dance around—
Open to the swallow, there
He comes winging—Hope is found!
Sweetheart, little sweetheart mine,—
Wake the bagpipe—dance around—
May is stealing through the vine,
With her promise—Hope is found!
Love is over all the land—
Wake the bagpipe—dance around—
To its breath our hearts expand,
Where it rises—Hope is found!
All the world is budding green,—
Wake the bagpipe—dance around—
And the budding leaves between,
Crops are growing—Hope is found!
Murmur, odor, color grow—
Wake the bagpipe—dance around—
Into hymns of love to show
What is stirring—Hope is found!
Soon the lightsome spring will die,—
Wake the bagpipe—dance around—
Every year the meadows nigh
Change her mantle—Hope is found!
Dear old days of innocence—
Hush the bagpipe—dance no more—
Lost, they never re-commence,—
Lost are mine—and Hope is o'er!—