Voice of Flowers/The Tears of April
THE TEARS OF APRIL.
"He who goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him."
Queen of the opening year, who weep'st to take
Thy slender sceptre o'er a loyal clime,
Fearing a lot of royalty must wake
The wrinkle and the thorn before their time;
Be firm and hopeful! for the sparkling smile
Shall kiss the transient tear-drop from thy cheek,
And in thy foot-prints spring with gentlest wile,
The blushing primrose, and the violet meek.
The snow-drop pure shall don its mantle green,
And balmy skies awake their favoring ray,
And heralds, bright with plumage, bless the queen,
Who joins a tender heart to regal sway.
So go thou forth, with tears, thy precious seed
Sowing in lowly trust, for Joy shall crown the deed.