A baby joy is awake in my heart,
And flutters her wings in song;
For now the wintry winds depart,
And summer days are long.
The woods that late were cold and bare,
With jocund babble ring;
Slides on still fans adown the air
A bird too glad to sing.
O buoyant air! O joyous air!
You thrill the weary throng,
As rhythmical with music rare,
And filled with sunlight everywhere,
You touch our lips with song.