WHEN you hear the white-throat pealing br From a tree-top far away, br And the hills are touched with purple br At the borders of the day; br When the redwing sounds his whistle br At the coming on of spring, br And the joyous April pipers br Make the alder marshes ring; br When the wild new breath of being br Whispers to the World once more, br And before the shrine of beauty br Every spirit must adore; br When long thoughts come back with twilight, br And a tender deepened mood br Shows the eyes of the beloved br Like hepaticas in the wood; br Ah, remember, when to nothing br Save to love your heart gives heed, br And spring takes you to her bosom,— br So it was with Golden Weed!br br Bliss William Carmanbr br