S PRING'S blessing be upon you, dear!
Such is the prayer most meet for one
Whose eyes look up so starry-clear—
With all his flowerets new-begun
Still may he bless your pathway, dear,
Who weaves his golden threads around
Your heart and mine together bound:
Because your eyes are starry-clear—
Spring's blessing be upon you, dear!

Spring's blessing be upon you, child,
When all the earth with longing swells,
And lilies ring their silver bells
For joy that he is nigh,
And open wide, their lord to greet,
Adoring humbly at his feet
(Ah, spring has come, and spring is sweet!)
Their inmost pageantry,
And all the earth with love is wild—
Spring's blessing be upon you, child!

Spring's blessing be upon you, child,
And may the song of nightingales
Re-echo from the wooded dales—
Like women's arms so soft and mild,
And as deep crimson roses wild,
(Such is the song of the nightingales,
And sad as tears of one that wails
Where love's high temple is defiled);
Spring's blessing be upon you, child!

Spring's blessing be upon your ways,
Before in life's distracting maze
We fall on hopeless evil days!
True, summer comes more richly warm
And fraught with wilder passion's storm
Of torturing blisses;
But golden gleams spring's youthful form,
More sweet his kisses;
Soft breezes sing their roundelays—
Spring's blessing be upon your ways!

Spring's blessing be upon you, dear!
His hair is decked with flowery cheer;
Upon his brow the diadem
Shines out by right of youth immortal;
His might brings glad release to them
That were condemned without the portal
Of hope to live in sickening fear;
Spring's blessing be upon you, dear!

Spring's blessing be upon you, child!
And never may the wine-cup hold
One drop of bitter questioning.
May Death in spring-time find you, child—
But Love shall toss his locks of gold
And make all life an endless spring,
And fate and he be reconciled:
Spring's blessing be upon you, child!