How good to see a blade of green
Upon a barren hill,
How good to hark to peeper’s call
Down by the old red mill,
How comforting to mark a bird’s
Bright wing above the swaying garden
Swing. How pleasing is the sound
Of pebbled small stream song
Which has been stilled all winter long.
How good it is to hear the wild geese
Honking in the night, how good
To note their northward flight
Above the river where the ice is breaking.
How good it is to know that in God’s
World another spring is in the making!