April Time

By Ruby Archer

What’s in the bud
Is aye the sweetest,
Is aye completest.

Tho’ from our lips
Fair words be flowing,
Thoughts bide at heart
More worth the knowing.

Songs in the soul
Excel our singing,
Birds in the nest
Faint not in winging.

Still must we seek,
Fathom the glooming.
Life’s in the bud!
Oh, speed the blooming!

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