Spring — Hive

Kindly spring again is here,
Trees and fields in bloom appear;
Hark! the birds with artless lays
warble their creator's praise.
Where in winter all was snow,
Now the flowers in clusters grow;
And the corn, in green array,
Promises a harvest-day.
Lord, afford a spring to me,
Let me feel like what I see;
Speak, and by thy gracious voice,
Make my drooping soul rejoice.
On thy garden design to smile,
Raise the plants, enrich the soil,
Make thy presence will restore
Life to what seemed dead before.