A Song in Spring. [Thomas S.

Jones, Jr.]

O little buds all bourgeoning with Spring, You hold my winter in forgetfulness; Without my window lilac branches swing, Within my gate I hear a robin sing -- O little laughing blooms that lift and bless!

So blow the breezes in a soft caress, Blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing; O little merry buds in dappled dress, You fill my heart with very wantonness -- O little buds all bourgeoning with Spring!