TESTO DEL LIED

"Early Spring Time"
di Rev. Thomas Hill

None can express the longing,
The longing mingled with joy,
Mingled with sadness,
Swelling my heart ever,
When April brings us the bird and flower.
Tender and sweet remembrance
Filling my heart, ...
Gives me assurance,
"Death is but frost."
Lo! the eternal Springtime
of Heav'n shall come...