Once more the blossoms bloom
O'er meadows sweet and fair.
Once more the sweet perfume
Of roses fills the air.
Once more the golden rays
Of summer's sun appear.
Once more the gladsome days
Of love and joy are here.
The love that thrills the youth
Ambitions that so burn
Unto the heart, in truth,
Thru changing years return.
And with them joy of spring
Imbues a newer life.
And summer's song-birds sing
Where raged dark storms of strife.
The heart that throbbed with pain
From wounds so sorely dealt,
No longer beats in vain
Or writhes in anguish felt.
For love again returns
And all life's joys renew.
Emotion's altar burns
More sacred and more true.
