Once more, Once more — Thank God:
I hear the dull earth waking
I feel the green grass breaking,
The fragrant sod.

II.

Let go thy grasp, dull care,
Fly hence, ye shades of sadness,
Life lifts her head and gladness
Mounts on the air.

III.

Arouse, ye sleeping vales
Hark to the thrilling sound,
Spring puts her moist lips to the trumpet now
And blows a long loud blast of joy which makes
The seeds uneasy in their beds, and wakes
All Nature with a heaving sigh that breaks
Forth from the rapturous bosom of the ground,
A blast which drowns its echo, and assails
The silent melancholy of the hills, and shakes
The last white flakes, from winter's changing brow.