SPRING
By James Nack, a deaf and dumb poet .
1855




Spring is coming, spring is coming,
Birds are chirping, insects humming;
Flowers are peeping from their sleeping
Streams escaped from winter's keeping.
In delighted freedom rushing,
Dance along in music rushing.
Scenes of late in deadness sadden'd
Smile in animation gladden'd
All is beauty all is mirth,
All is glory upon earth.
Shout we then with nature's voice,
Welcome Spring ! Rejoice! Rejoice!


Spring is coming, come my brother,
Let us rove with one another,
To our well-remembered wild-wood
Flourishing in nature's childhood,
Where a thousand flowers are springing,
And a thousand birds are singing,
Where the golden sunbeams quiver
On the verdure-girdled river,
Let our youth of feeling out,
To the youth of nature shout,
While the waves repeat our voice,
Welcome Spring ! Rejoice! Rejoice!