Classic Poem

Whose bark from Baltic isles to ours
Do friendly breezes bring?
'Tis hers, companion of the flowers,
Forerunner of the spring.
On our soil her foot is set
With the firstling violet,
'Mid happy trees displaying
Themselves in new arraying.

Spring's bird, that with adventurous flights
Thy ocean way dost trace,
Mark where the herald footstep lights,
And follow to the place.
Through our isle's fair compass be
Made the merry melody
Of sky and air repeating
The gladness of our greeting.

All hail! fair stranger, gentle bride,
Before whose face this day
A mourning robe is cast aside,
A cloud is rolled away.
Come with birds and blossoms bright,
Genial warmth and lengthening light,
And round thy path assemble
All things thou dost resemble!