Coming Spring
Ice is marching down the river,
Gaily out to sea!
Sunbeams o’er the snow-hills quiver,
Setting torrents free!
Yellow are the water-willows,
Yellow clouds are they,
Rising where the laden billows
Swell along their way!
Arrows of the sun are flying!
Winter flees the light,
And his chilly horn is sighing
All the moisty night!
Lovers of the balmy weather,
Lovers of the sun!
Drifts and duty melt together—
Get your labors done!
Ice is marching down the river,
Gaily out to sea!
Sing the healthy-hearted ever,
Spring is liberty!