April, and spring's first soft rain
Warming the ever pregnant earth
The impatient seeds start her travail again
And we in eagerness await the coming birth

Here where of late grey stubble stood
Is green again the grass new wakened from its winter sleep
And in the woods beyond, still bare of leaf or bud
Pale Primroses on slender stems, and Violets peep

Purple and white their modest faces bent
As though in prayer, and kneeling on the grassy ground
Beneath the trees, they weep their scent
And lend their colour to the scene around

Tall Daffodils that sway, and nod their head
To every breeze, and make obeisance to the passing gale
Are everywhere in wild profusion spread
In natures grandest most abandoned scale

Here too it seems her generosity did overflow
In pressing all this beauty on so meek a tree
And deck so lavishly this humble Sloe
In whiteness startling in its bright intensity

Surely, the hand that scatters all this beauty round about
And opens year by year for us this bounteous store
Is his who taught the multitude upon the Mount
Yet still we doubt, and doubting ask for more