Springdetails

Spring.
The “New-come” of the year is born to-day,
  With a strong lusty laugh, and joyous shout,
Uprising, with its mother, it, in play,
  Throws flowers on her; pulls hard buds about,
To open them for blossom; and its voice,
  Peeling o’er dells, plains, uplands, and high groves,
Sstartles all living things, till they rejoice
  In re-creation of themselves; each loves,
And blesses each; and man’s intelligence,
In musings grateful, thanks All Wise Beneficence.” (p. 335)